Her poetry is a wrist continuously weeping
Emending fallacy of her bare actual being
Liturgy of her demurring heart screams
Perhaps a pellucid précis of sodality's grim

Moreover, never did the words pierced thee
Ephipany to her cloaked cry, 'tis ought to be

anomalous, employing confidence despite artlessness,
effortlessly emending residual callowness.
seldom forgetting to find the time and peace of mind
to wield my puerilism as a social chisel,
avoiding parergies, attempting to carve out a balance
in between conscious frivolity and daily drivel.

Your high-souled smile!

You direct the basic force
of my heart’s attraction
and repulsing capacity
with your tuneful love,
which is so pleasing
as magnolia!

I agree it is one of the surrealist
and magnifico kind which
has all the dreamlike things
presented in impossible situations,
but I still remember how you
looked at me and the feeling
which I get from it is never
enough!

Does it cause you any pain to be
my god or well-wisher?
I know you can hear me!
You are an ennobler and
emending listener!

Shivpriya
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