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Elegance that's what I find in her.
Her loneliness sets me on fire-
In times of trouble, I look at up to her.
In times of depression, she's my lost desire.
I hate her.
Then I love her.
I feel lost and perplexed.
She's my seven colors satire.
And in her, I find home when I am stressed.
I have often looked up to the sky and wished-
"Why isn't she mine?
What crime am I accused of for it?"
The sky answered,
" Fate takes a man to places or wrecks them.
It makes him, or it breaks him-
So what's your fate?"
Anxious I looked at myself, shocked to see that I was born a girl-
In the chapter of mankind, this has never happened!
A woman adoring another?Am I ruined?
Or have I been living in nightmares
in the body of some human, some other?
Am I punishable?Should I ever tread on Earth?
For I deserve nothing now,
but only hate from everyone around.
She kept me closer when I needed someone with me.
And now all I can see -Is her away, somewhere so far.
Somewhere near, where dwells the pole star.
Broken and defeated, I ask myself-
"Is it my fault to walk through this path?
Or have I been singing Tagore's
"I'm happy to walk through this path"
as I took my oathTo love her faithfully, all my life."
- Anurima Mukherjee
I think I might have found the definition of pure and pristine, heartbreaksweather1D.
This poem is so sweet, so innocent yet so mysterious.
I've found myself find different meanings within it every time that I re-read it.
Thought I should share.
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