Salesman. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Soul Cleaner. Soul Cleaner. Soul Cleaner.
Soul Shiner. Soul Shiner. Soul Shiner.
It opens your pores.
Pours through your sores.
Down the shores of your time less mores.
Into the infinite of your restless forgotten more.
For the canvass of quantum infinite.
Free free free.
Eye shiner, Eye shiner, Eye shiner.
For those expanses wide
For those pearls you hide
For those black beauties
For those jewels of dark myth less nights
To shine them, to burnish them, to make them glow
Glow with the cold fusion of karmic love
The Sutra of all times
The Un adulterated pure love
The same sight
The same stare
The same look
But a different depth
The eyes of a child
In the mind of man
Looking at the nude soul of the woman.
Lust, love, all loose identity.
All that remains is one clean soul,
And two bright eyes.
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