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Unconditional


The unbridled fount of passion,
(someone called it deep)
dried out too soon.
Love,
like a gypsy’s guise
enchants before disappearing.

Yet,
real men should dream again
and real women love unconditionally
There is no place for cowards in that ocean of happiness:
a dreamland numb to the ruins of time.


~Proma
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Nothing but "Ficus" said…
Proma,

This is beautiful. Its been a long time since something I read moved me so completely, and in so few lines :)
October 22, 2010 at 11:37 PM
Proma said…
Thank you Ficus. Means a lot coming from you :)
October 23, 2010 at 9:25 AM
Priya Shankar said…
I really love this poem, esp. the line "like a gypsy’s guise
enchants before disappearing."

Really looking forward to your next post.
December 2, 2010 at 9:04 AM
Proma said…
Thanks for your wonderful comment Priya! I love your blog too.
December 2, 2010 at 10:14 AM
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