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The wisdom of Love,
Unlike any other,
Renders you gentle
As a dove, smoother
Than a royal mantle,
It holds you high,
No sooner flings afar -
Loved one is nigh
Yet distant, a star:

And earthly reality
Almost convinces
In effect, of the severity
The state evinces ...
Must-make-do futility
With sorbet, coffee
Or tea.
Sometimes one falls in love, but sometimes one does rise in it as well. When a dear one is understanding and mature about it, it gladdens the heart!
Nikhil Khandekar Aug 2015
What I do know about anything
Is that I need to know more
That I don’t know it all
To know which I do pore
Before I am under a pall

To know which anything,
Requires a steadfast liver
The gall of a sea devil;
The whole hog, not just a sliver,
The might of a weevil.

I bid my time and wait for next
Moment, beating heart above,
Think of all that I have vexed,
And prepare anew to love.
A sonnet written at a crossroads in life, this poem captures an important part of my spirit and also functions as an ID tag let loose into the ocean of the world's poetry!

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