Your thought kindles in me,
the spasms of vitality,
and when my being becomes becomings,
that’s when I start to be.
These all abstract expressions,
might take birth,
as stars
in the night-sky of your remembrance.
And I hope one day,
the nakshatra of my being,
pours down incessant rain,
from the soaked petals of your eyes.
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