May I be grateful, but thou art free.
In the darkest night,
Let me seek my light.
For ever and ever, may thou have glee.
What I were for thee, and what thou for me,
Let all be forgotten,
Be mingled and rotten
As thoughts that thou abhor to come to thee.
Remember, when I lent my helpful hand,
When awkwardness stood erect and expand.
Ride on thy chariot on divine land
Which thou made with me, and leave some sand
Which I shall add to my deserted strand.
And thou be forever happy and grand.
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Insightfully conceived and nicely brought forth in sonnet rhyme scheme. I like your style of writing, Banik. Remain enriched.