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Hold me not as the
moment has stealthily come
From the fateful
abbeys of dark holes,
To ruthless time
let’s seek the balm-
Hold me not.
Let the cord that tie
our fateful souls
Silently part,
without humdrum,
Let secret tears flow
far from consoles.
O’ bees, what
monotonous laments you hum
Cronies- Stop the
heart- wrenching carol!
I need no parting tears,
let my strings charm,
Hold me not.
( Published by The Journal of The Poetry Society, India, 2011)
