“The truth is harsh, but true.
We shared, what other lovers had
except a heartfelt emotion
at least I feel that even if I agreed to share
it was a fear to her.
What prevented her to
open her thought
sitting beside me
is an unknown episode
— a mystery book
with its last pages lost
into the fathomless dark
pulling me inside.
I sit over the heap
of dead skeletons of the glow worms
who lost their youth
in search of some sweet fragrance
of some deadly plant.
Looking around I found myself lost !”
Fathomless (c) 2004, Samir K. Dash
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