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We met

At the prescribed divine location
Meant to, fulfilling abstract
Doubt not it was His act
Empty minded looking for no one
Empty minded found someone
Our forward selves met
Moonlike glimmering they went
Continuous light they spent
Dark spark temporarily neutralized
Dejavu! I can’t believe my pearls
Equally her hers
Speechless over intense wonder I remained
So remained my surround
Commonly the interrogative speech developed
Wake up! Environmental sound heard
It murmured “yes…is she…your pearls are fair”
What said I, queer remained
Yet my pearls recovered its dark side
My hands moved round touching her back
So, on mine hers did. Chicks on shoulders
Her smile stood queenly upon her face
Kingly raised mine has if it was my throne
Should our smiles bearer meet as we met?
Inner question
She shall answer when we again meet
Either on the flesh or soul world event
Only then we shall meet as we met.

March 2008

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