'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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