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I refused to believe.
I refused to pine.
I refused to believe
In forever mine!
I refused to fathom
The depth of my feelings,
Lest my discovery un-mitigate
The self- healing!
I refused to be alone.
Like a cripple seeking a prop,
Making myself believe,
You don’t matter, do you?
Ah, it was a ploy,
To fool my ego,
Whether you come, or you go,
How does it matter?
Is it a twist of fate?
We never
Forgot each other!
Ah! The time and space
Are bridged
By the wonders of this age!
We have aged,
We have grayed,
We have not decayed.
Shyam