Do me a favour.
Delay this
night of union.
Push it out till the night
sleeps for its allotted hours.
We will
only let
birds
reach there.
At another period
we will
make that structure
our home.
First with our letters
and then with cool,
crisp air.
Let that flat
stay vacant.
Let the night
of union
remain as faraway
as our
unacquainted bodies.
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PoetryI present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions. ...
