the world is my lover now

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Image Credit: From a 2020 Newslaundry article by Anand Vardhan

touching lives like a soft breeze,
touching lives…
touching lives like a gust of wind

when you stopped touching me
i felt i was living because of a miracle,
breathing in a vacuum.

it felt as empty as praying
to the gods, i stretched my empty hand like a beggar
to your berth, i opened my empty diary like a poet

it worked a little like osmosis,
the world is my lover now.

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