He
wrote her a poem that he left and left.
She
got it, read it and understood it,
About
which there was no feedback for him.
Did
she take it as he wanted her to?
Neither
of them could be aware of that.
She was
not bothered and he was helpless.
It is
the fate of all literature.
Let
us play them according to our whims.
01.06.2013
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