In baskets of bamboo
she sold all that was taboo
love, lust and seeds of sesame
and all what she got from me
my heart and trust she breached
like a scorned women she screeched
her wanderings through the digital streets
on every cyber wall she posted
the conversations that were us
the words that they call her poems
this trade of feelings all for name?
but could one ever be the same
even i see this quest
but only to honor her request
why my angel cant you be
the goddess of our moments,
the soul of our words,
the life in our bleeding pen
but i don't know what may become of these words
may be its for tomorrows trade at lord's
after all she is the merchant of feelings.
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