As much as the Glorifying dew on the February leaf…
As much as the slashing waves that Await the shore, onto which they leap,
As much as the Broken soil, that Covets the first drop of monsoon…
And, As much, as stars that Wish for the Full-moon;
As much as the kids first job, that brings parents’ ‘The Light’…
As much as the tick of the clock, that Lures the dumb night,
As much as the beggar who Craves a blanket, on the roady December lines..
And, As much as the cancerous soul, that Desires to be fine;
As much as it Feels to anticipate the first symptoms of parent-hood…
As much as the Dripping new mother, yearns to see her good,
As much as the Nostalgia of the years-later-home-bound kid…
And, As much as Kills to steal the parting bid;
As much as the new bride Cherishes the moment of being-Vermilion-ed…
As much as it Pains to learn “that kiss” was the end,
As much as the Empty-ness, that threatens the survival,
And, As much as the heart, Skipping a beat, to learn the age-old-lovers-re-arrival…
How much?
Not much, but yes…
You mean to me…Just as much…...As "This" much !
As much as the slashing waves that Await the shore, onto which they leap,
As much as the Broken soil, that Covets the first drop of monsoon…
And, As much, as stars that Wish for the Full-moon;
As much as the tick of the clock, that Lures the dumb night,
As much as the beggar who Craves a blanket, on the roady December lines..
And, As much as the cancerous soul, that Desires to be fine;
As much as the Dripping new mother, yearns to see her good,
As much as the Nostalgia of the years-later-home-bound kid…
And, As much as Kills to steal the parting bid;
As much as it Pains to learn “that kiss” was the end,
As much as the Empty-ness, that threatens the survival,
And, As much as the heart, Skipping a beat, to learn the age-old-lovers-re-arrival…
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