The dear doctor decided
I should be cured, forever
Neither pain, nor anguish
No more tears
Now, I look at you smiling
From the LCD screen, and
In vain, search for sorrows
Familiar
Only a faint memory
Of a tortured existence
Murmurs from across keyholes
May be the dear doctor meant
I would be fine, forever
As the pills give love parole
I should be cured, forever
Neither pain, nor anguish
No more tears
Now, I look at you smiling
From the LCD screen, and
In vain, search for sorrows
Familiar
Only a faint memory
Of a tortured existence
Murmurs from across keyholes
May be the dear doctor meant
I would be fine, forever
As the pills give love parole
2 comments:
hugs. :)
Love's but
A peep-hole act
An immeasurable vastness
On the other side
Myopic I feel
As I look through!
I pine to soak
In that vastness
The door remains shut
The keyhole is all
That I have!
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