The day starts with your name
the nights in your thoughts
Our intense romantic vision
Like the glimmering lakes
...
I dont belong to your affluent society
nor do I live at your mercy
A victim of social circumstances
You sell your art and I bank on my flesh
...
You Will Never Grow Old
The day starts with your name
the nights in your thoughts
Our intense romantic vision
Like the glimmering lakes
mesmerised by your phrase
I cling to your verse
You will never grow old
in your soul
The diverse elements of art
Mingles with your poetry
Your mind weaves them With perfect synchronizations
The spontaneous expressions
Captures the attention of your lady
love
the universality of your artistic fervour
continues to inspire the living legends
I shall read you
silently in my LoneLY hours.
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