
in the name of you.
With no haste
to show you off
that my love is true.
With no desire
to track the sign
you reciprocate.
With no self-blaming
that I couldn't be nowhere
near you expected.
With a feeling, incomplete
that I cannot do
all that I want to.
and letting that invisible superbeing
rule my world.
Here is..
another sleepless night.
PS: This piece of prosaic poetry is written, when I still had that feeble hope in God. Pic is taken from google image search.
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Good!!
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