He was the anonymous attraction of my poem
Our love was sleeping amidst the metaphors of my poem
I revealed him and set him free at the last line of my poem.

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He is my shelter,
In every night my heart
craves for him.

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And he thought
Chasing heart is easy
in his absence!

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There are some times
When surviving and writing
Doesn't pose much difference.

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He was a lesson
Not love!!

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She said his poetry as her home
Where she is silent but not alone
His pen holds her comfort zone
And she confessed that she is in love.

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//TEMPORARINESS//
(Captioned)

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