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Wednesday, 21 December 2011

AT THE MAUSOLEUM OF LOVE

At the mausoleum of love
on any given night
or day
the loved and the loving
bend low
touch ground
and memory rebirths
the beloved;
while the unloved
they pillage
in the manner of a nidan hora
assassinate again and again
desecrate again
heart and time.
Love eludes some,
and I wonder why they wonder why.

[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']

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