Let’s Fall In Love

Let’s Fall In Love short poem

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Let’s fall in love
Once again,
This time, somehow
Without the loss and
The pain.
Let’s meet up as strangers
In some strange land,
Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and
We could just stand
On a cross-road
Facing each other
Exchanging a courteous smile.
Let’s meet up by chance, while
We’re in a coffee shop,
You would be with someone
You love
And I would be expecting,
Waiting for someone
To love.
We could just exchange
A timed glance.
Let’s meet up on the eve
Of an apocalypse,
In that instance
I would kiss your lips.
We could even make love
On a deserted street
With no morals to perceive
With no questions asked and,
No one and none to be misled.

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ammu sachariah
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Well written Avinash Nair To fall in love again as strangers. I like it.

Saurin Desai
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Wonderful. The pain is so palpable

Nikita Mehendiratta
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That shows you can feel. but a feeling of missing someone (it’s a feeling too) which is unfamiliar.

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