Will love forever bring me pain
Where is the kind joyous recognition
The quiet celebration of a synchronous gain?
Why must one wax, only when the other slowly wanes?
Why must sun be so brazenly glorious
And moon so limpid mysterious
When one shines the glory that the other generates?
When will-or will it never be?
A certain light is denied to me
Who hears my prayers- in silence, also sees
Yet suspends my life and its breath in thee.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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