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A Long Wait

A Long Wait

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Love is an expression 

A deep, deep goes deeper

If you become vulgar, our all primitive responses are the origin of all vulgar

Uncultured but we hide all in the name of culture, decent, refined, modern,

The sense is not pure, ignorant, simple, so simple


That when we can love each other so intimately, 

So tightly so passionately but no

burning in the fire of love, sex, vulgarity

but the word, sophisticated, cultured, more refined, complicated, rude, shrewd way of expressing us, 

Hypocrisy the name we define our sensual love, 

why I do not know.

No one can explain the flesh and blood relation

Something beyond that spiritual connection 


No not that. 

but one nostalgia to feel explore the path, 

the way of love in the flesh and bone, 

It inserts so deep, penetrates so deep beyond our control, 

feeling, sensation, sensual pleasure 

no, just restlessness of our minds,

Where we are not freed from our desires,

unsatisfied desires, bodily urge, sensual urge

how long we fall in love, in such fire 

The burning fire of sensation, 


We cannot say or imagine. 

Just we are the victim of some never-ending relation or sensation I feel,

There is no beginning no end, 

No end no beginning, just a rotation of time, wheel time, 

We will be waiting for so long.


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