ROMEO & JULIET
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The night woos the dawn
like an ardent Romeo,
under the balcony of the sky
in an exploding era—
of pain and shame.
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Till noon takes over,
and blood-stained feathers
cover the meat shop
just near the café
where Juliet now sits.
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THE EVENING DRIPS
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The evening drips
into your tresses unlocked,
a bedraggled pair.
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But the lanes shall not conspire
that music will live on.
A FACE
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There’s a face
that I saw a long time ago.
Under the primitive stars
scattering themselves in the galaxy.
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I saw that countenance.
with lust brimming then,
desires reeking out through
my tender eyes,
shining in the dawn of adolescence.
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I saw your face once.
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And,
after that
years passed,
galaxies met finally;
and that evening sound
of the preparation of tea,
in misty surroundings faded
to a noisy room of doomed promises;
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of words not kept—
of counterfeit smiles
with a studied silence
and a measured taxation.
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And when the lights go out
deep within
something stirs
like wounded conscience
or a dog lying on the highway;
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I recall your face then
and that impeccably chiseled chin.