It is sheer spiritual,
When I pen you down,
Sometimes in happiness,
Or most often in pain.
There is a sense of attraction,
A force of concentration in you,
Which urges me to write,
In the daylight, likely in the night.
At the surface it is love,
Surely the love which compels,
But, it's not just love but your character,
Which forces me to think and ink you.
The sweetness you possess,
And the way you care me,
Can never be underestimated,
I say, not even estimated.
Oh! ! My meaning of happiness! !
As said, I may write you,
In happiness or in pain,
You remain in me all the time,
You will remain in me all my life.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 22/04/2019
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