Dulcinea Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

When she called me,
I would ask,
Do you think it's the right time,
To hug you,
To kiss you,
To come with you?
But she would say.....
That you don't want to take the fare,
It's free and enjoyable,
When you come with me.
Then I asked to my Father;
He told me.....,
That you don't want to go now,
The time has not yet come.
But when I call you,
You must come with her
I asked when will be the right time
But He didn't reply to me
But, I know one thing;
The one ultimate truth;
That I must go from here one day
Leaving e'erything here,
Kissing o'er her forehead
To my Father's palace of eternal love
As she is the path,
To reach that truth
And she is the unseen dulcinea
O death! You're my unseen lover
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