Something New - Poem by Suraj Samtani
Being faithful to the definition of a child, I look at my new gift with new awe and wonder.
'Is this really mine? ' I ask repeatedly, as the disbelief tickles me.
With the packing still on, and the object still protected, I aesthetically treasure its mere appearance.
Within no time will I be the sole faithful, rightful, and purposeful knowledge-owner of it,
just as it slowly, gradually, and tenderly unveils its every mask to me.
From then on, it shall connect to me through telepathy, just as I respond to it through implicit gestures.
The energy of love will be passed; the energy of purity will be felt; and the energy of energy will be exchanged.
From hereon, the aesthetically loud, yet acoustically silent, relation shall continue to unfold unto eternity.
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