Stone farming
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I LOVE YOU A LOT
I like you in trillions
I learnt more from your association
I quote you at all points


I read poetry from your candid eyes
I write poems on your smiling stance
I recite poems from the loving volumes
I ardently believe in your strategic steps

I love your intelligence
I admire your intimacy
I intend your insurance
I inundate in your insight


Indeed it is with a magical spell
I hear your words in rapt attention
I liked your songlike conversation
I dedicate my self with purity in mind and soul

At long last what happened
Has become a history
A love story oft repeated In books
With ending culminating into the sour taste

You took shelter under ill health
Naming it as an incurable one
You made all ways inaccessible to me thereafter
Only to leave me to farming in a stone and uncultivable land
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I think the most stunning aspect of this poem is the way in which you've captured the sense of fragmentation. The language used has done this very effectively. beautiful write.

misty..