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Nov 2020
It was Sunday that she shuttled
The bell rung out
As tocsins in her cerebrum
She couldn't keep him out of her system

Hearing time hurrying nearer
Scurrying, hurrying nearer
Around the surface, him
Through alley (Where is he?)

Narrower
With every footstep
Until it opened up
To view of the ocean

That was real
He lay in the boat
Taking the storms on even keel
Reeling in the sails with the love of preservation

Pulling himself
Aboard
Without shirt or sign of sweat
All she could think of was... every moment coalesce

How could his smile
Evoke so much emotion
In this insipid world
The ocean tides over the docks by the bay

There's a lassitude, a bit of it in the fresh air
I wish I could say they kissed
But, the sun had set and they were sharing it
Every moment had come to this.
A love poem.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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