.
.
.
The sea is heartbroken,
The rocks don't seem to care,
The sea tries to reach the rock,
Again,
Again,
It gets rejected.
The sea is a fool,
It goes back,
To the rock,
The rock rejects it,
Again.
Flowers grow,
Even if they are plucked.
The sun rises,
Even if the moon sets,
It is only a matter of time,
That the sea will never meet the rocks,
The flowers would never grow,
The sun would never rise.
Lovers return to their place,
They would never look at them,
The way they had did before.
There was no going back,
Again.
.
.
.
-Krishna Parmar
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