AN INVISIBLE LOVE LETTER!*
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It's hard to tell how resentful I am,
The dulcinea who sketched scarlet sonnets for you,
Has turned out into a Prosaic wreck .
Neither the cherry blossom of the Sun,
Nor the rustling leaves of the moon,
Seem to chortle out a limerick.

I have joined titanic darling!
Yet ,this macabre paradise haunts me with the,
Kaleidoscope of your Ghazals.
We took a Polaroid,
You sketched our love,
Into a mosaic vignette ,
With the rouge haikus,
But you...