Unfulfilled

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May be you will want me to stay
May be I will want myself to stay for you
But both the wishes will remain unfulfilled
in the hands of time and this poetry
I will write with a feather in my hand
gently
Not to disturb your sleep
while I leave
tip-toeing out of the blanket
with the silence of a cloud.
May be you will want me to love
May be I will want myself to love for you
But both the wishes will remain unfulfilled
in the hands of dream and this poetry.