I keep telling you often,
You are not sitting with me,
Even at least for five minutes,
And I often see you fully busy,
In the kitchen, and phone-shopping,
And washing the vegetables,
And fruits with neem liquid,
And salt or vinegar,
Now that CoViD is reduced,
You can reduce this activity a bit,
And spend some more time with me.
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And when we sit together,
We start our meeting with mobiles,
And interact via WA,
And you receive calls from,
Your friends and you again,
Get a greater and pious reason,
To cut short our five minutes,
Of proxy and pretended togetherness,
To one minute and,
Implant a short kiss on my cheek,
And you again disappear,
In your routine saying,
The grocery delivery boy has come,
And I who ordered it would wait,
For another slot of five minutes,
For the next day and life goes on,
And it goes on because the life,
Doesn't know how to stop.
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But, that wet kiss of yours,
Keeps us bonded and pushing us,
For days and days into,
The lanes of history that we,
Have had made ourselves,
By spending lots of days and nights,
Together for several years,
That now we live in cherisment,
Of it and derive the sweet,
Pleasures and enrich our,
Remaining days and months,
The hope of meeting again,
Is always live and lovely.
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