The strings of love

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The strings of love,

entangled and tied,

pulling, stretching,

breaking themselves

in the three steel hands

of my wrist watch

second by second,

minute by minute

hours pass by,

but the night stands tall,

no morning rays in sight yet।



Sometimes, I want to get

A new string that won’t break

A perfect watch –that won’t tick

A pair of eyes, that won’t wait

A brave mind, that won’t fear

A plastic heart – that won’t beat
Ever।