POEM
In the spring of her love,
-deep-down in her heart
I dip not once, but umpteen times
deriving maximum joy and pleasure.
In the spring of my love
-deep-down in my heart she takes dip
not once, but umpteen times
deriving maximum joy and pleasure.
True, destiny played a cruel game,
way back and we
find ourselves separated
and are at different corners of the Globe.
Still,
she continues her dip
in the spring of my love
not once, but times galore
deriving ecstasy.
I too continue taking dip
in the spring of her love
not once, but times galore
deriving ecstasy.
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