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Two minds, two stances
two bodies, two poses
Two hearts bound to clash
like waves that ashore splash
Each wait for the other
to break the steely stupor

The cloud thick in-between
rises in anticipation
blurring reason and vision
You ask for the wind
to pour out the rain
and to melt the cloud of pain

With a kind word to embrace
playing a song of love on the lips
Falling as drops of truce
asking for forgiveness true
calming fluttering minds to align
restoring lost hope and shine

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  1. Good one Uma.. Liked the poem.
    You are good poet too..

  2. Spicy Sweet: Thanks a lot SS!!! poet n're flattering me..but thanks for the appreciation..:-)

  3. nice! smooth, simple and elegant.....keep the words flowing...:)


  4. Nice one Uma - enjoyed reading it!

  5. "Two hearts bound to clash
    like waves that ashore splash".... best words...

  6. Tan, Aparna, Radhika: Thank you so much!

  7. Brilliant! to say the least!

  8. Hey Vidya: Thank you so much!!

  9. that's a nice one. ll check out ur other poems. started reading a lot of poems these days, my newfound interest :D

    1. thanks, Debajyoti! do check pleasure and honour :-)


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