Dear Nita, I love you hand in
glove,
I am, for you, head over
heals in love.
No one must have fallen, with
you, in
love,
No one but me, you must love,
I resolve.
Farness eludes our proximity.
Family bond prevents our
unity.
You are too shy to take
chance, if any.
The mirage of love is my
vanity.
How someone-else can or may
love you,
given
That I alone can or must love
you any
more?
None else do I love; none
else should you, driven
By this fallacy, I run after
you.
Your features were not the
cause of my
love.
You were not alone under the
roof to
choose from.
Yet I love you; it’s
irrevocable,
Irreversible.
The inaccessibility of you did
it all.
In my love for you, there’s
no otherness.
I disbelieve any such
otherness
‘Cause love refuses to admit
otherness.
So, my love can head towards
emptiness.
05.03.2002, Pakd
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