Narendra Singh Posted: January 19 ,2014

Beyond the shadows of reason,

In the restless melancholy of her mind,

In a form not bound by matter,

She longs to be defined,

Like the morning sun,

Or the evening lights,

Like the winter rain,

Or  a skylark's solitary cry,

She is but but a moment's delight,

In my heart,

Or in my eyes,

She exists,

Shapeless, formless,

Undesired, undefined.

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