The Grime Of Memory

The grime of memory

swings proudly

from the Wall of Age.

The heart has understood today

that love is not only about nearness

but also a festival observed

from a distance.

Yes, she celebrates this festival in her state,

and I celebrate it in mine.

There is no hunger for achievement in the mind,

no thirst for disappointment,

only true love exists.

Her happiness exists in my craving,

her happiness exists in my craving only.