Capricious as ever
Attracted is she
By the false light
As she turns towards it at night
A flirtatious golden, the spurious suitor’s glow
Designed to entrap
Having forgotten the nurturing sun
Which benevolently shines on her by day
Trusting and unaware of her fickle nature
You have a way of making something so ordinary into something so poetic!
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Hahaha, I like that! Thank you!
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Hi. Arenβt we all living in an illusionary world so easily ensnared by its glitter and show . You use words so well to express your thoughts. Just a few words and an immense depth conveyed. Kunal I like your style and enjoy your work. ππππ
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(blushing) Thank you very much
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Good night
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Good night to you, too
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The false light…love the metaphor, K! Isn’t it all, all about that these days?!
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Sigh… yes! Thanks, V! Just hope the sun lasts for a couple million more like it’s supposed to; maybe by then we’ll (she’ll?) see sense!
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Damn deep. So many things came to mind as I read. That is the beauty of your verse, it lets the reader explore π
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Thanks, but itna bhi mat soch! It was meant to be simple – my girl doesn’t appreciate my light and is flirting with an impostor at night, samjhu? π
Thanks for reading & commenting!
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