Friday, October 1, 2010

'Ginger' -Wasif Ahmad

Love me not,
for the sake of love;
Caress me not, like an old-found love.
I lay latent- untouched,
to feel a smell, so near;
I, rise my limb- my body,
to touch thee robe- a distant.
Hath I wished, but no-
sea depth farther, it seemed;
I fall back, surrendered
to a reality- like a ginger-
sometimes sweet- sometimes bitter.

-Wasif Ahmad.                  .

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