the paucity of love
Never in our grasp
never in our hold
just within reach
but always gone.
If love were achieved
fulfilled
complete
come full circle
boundaries reached
and within that space
of comfort, safety
love gets replaced
ceases to be.
If left a mere dream
a simple wish
under sifts of time
it gets buried
and as we grow
as we change
turns into a stranger
to our souls.
Vain hopes
patient search
silent prayer
that love would last.
Always to die
always to end
love is paucus
light on its feet
just within reach
but not ours to keep.
::rama arya::
28 January 2002
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