By Mayur
To you, my secret self I will slowly surrender,
Open the closed drawers, if you are patient and tender.
I will bring out,
People, things, sounds, and smells,
Hopes, sadness, frustration, unending love that quells.
If you regard them lightly, deny their relevance,
Then I will wrap them and seal their substance.
Sigh will I take and pack them in a velvet case.
I’m just a writer until my words fall in love with you.
My poetry captures your essence,
Maybe in a parallel realm we will be together, yes, we do.
By Mayur
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