When. Poem by Hardik Vaidya
When.
When.
Will the Mahabharata,
Brewing as the fresh Colombian cofee,
Meet the Dead Sea calm of my eyes,
Such that,
The memories we lived,
Felt,
Cherished,
Imbibed,
And fell in love with,
Live for ever,
Undying,
Without shame,
Repent,
Or guilt,
For ever,
Deathless,
Endless,
Deep,
And frivolous,
Like natures tantrums
Of every passing day.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
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