By Ashmi Patnaik
For distance couldn’t measure the beauty she holds,
Her Orlaith pearls couldn’t justify her serene mould,
If heavens could hold me account for being a fabulist,
Will this become my suffering of paranoia,
Or her elysian heart being the very reason of my metanoia?
Her gaze won over my orphic heart,
Our encounter felt like a serendipity’s found art,
If heavens could ossify my intentions regarding her?
Will she be able to interpret my message through her poignant stare?
For when I professed my candour feelings even when her heart’s still at despair.
Hands of the needy that reached out her eunoia heart, For she always helped them with imperishable grace,
Fulfilled their lives, creating smiles on their face,
If heavens could define the catharsis of her meticulous mind,
Will I be able to handle her affection that is divine?
Or duende my way through her perception which is still held adamantine.
Her smile becomes the reason behind my rutilant rhapsody,
Her golden tangles tickle my tummy with a tin tiling sensitivity,
If heavens could pause this moment of embrace,
Will I be able to still outlive my odium malady and perishable fate?
Or will our paths be ever crossed again to hold hands and become fools in this foolish forelskete?
For distance couldn’t measure my love for her,
If heavens could give me another chance at life,
I’m ready to forsake it at the cost of bringing you back my beloved wife.
By Ashmi Patnaik
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