Knowing long poem

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In some cases you think you know
Every little secret info.
Of all those you see everyday,
Nothing’s there to keep you at bay.
Well, then, you should know the person
Whom all calls your better portion.
All the world gives her compliments,
For, she wears your love’s ornaments.
Still, in bed she smells like poppy,
But how, if she’s not that happy?
Isn’t her silence a telling sign,
That in her heart happiness chimes?
Then, why should you have confusion
That she lives with satisfaction?

But, every story tells one thing
That it could have other endings.
So, you can now haste to conclude,
But, don’t know if all will delude.
In some lonesome chilly evening,
Have you ever seen her leaning
Dangerously from balcony?
As if from life’s monotony
At last, a break she will now take
In clean ritual she will partake?
Or, sometimes between she and you,
In bed sleeps a shadow, but who?
Her heart, in fact, you never saw;
Then, her torso that you love so?
Is, then, life’s all a great tableaux
Beyond surface you never know?

In some cases you do not know
Any of the detailed info
About those you see everyday.
For example, the paperboy,
Who visits you every morning
And knows you would be then sleeping.
So, preferring not to disturb,
Or, give your sleepy eyes a rub,
Yesterday’s world he folds and rolls
And craftily slides under door,
For you to flip across pages
As you sip morning beverage.
But, what happens on a rare day
When on the floor no paper lays?
You sup the tea, but wish only
You could spread the paper fondly.
You wish you’d the newsboy’s number
But, your life’s only a slumber.

Someday you would find it alright
To awake in the dead of night.
Anything, then, you’d not make out –
Why all things ceased you to attract!
In life always there is something,
Which makes news only in missing.
Wouldn’t it have been far better,
Had all not been too familiar?
And, the unseen would make a sense,
Like death something lives in absence!
Thoroughly you’d search, but your heart,
And you wouldn’t believe in your hut,
He would really someday appear
Though, life didn’t let you go that near.

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