The sun did not grow any cold
It’s just that I realized which cloud to go under
The fire and its unquenched flames blazed indiscriminately
Yet all I felt was the nippy invigorating gentle winds
It never changed

The thirst for money is dyed-in-the-wool
The hope for more keeps me chained
The more I get the more I hanker for supplementary
The yearning never gets a transfiguration
It only morphs into another liminal physique

The light didn’t get feeble or dim
The radiance of the sun has been ever shining
It’s the lens in your eyes that gave up
It still glows during the day
And the luminescence of the moon is still alive

The books and papers didn’t get any heavier
Studying the Bible never became unyielding
The intellectual circles never remodelled
It is the rigidness of your resolve that became wobbly
You became a prisoner of the empty village talk

The love bug still continues to bite
The glimmer in your eyes continues to dazzle
I am still love struck at your sight
Your silvery voice still has a soft spot within
Your smile still prompts a flash of mirth in my belly

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