Many a times he had fallen in love;
But he could never rise.
His friend- faith, had failed him,
Such was Cupid's device!
He dived into oceans deep,
Women's heart, so to speak,
Every drop gave him dreary thirst-
Which he didn't want to seek.
Those steep and watery chasms;
Growing dark with painful, manly spasms,
Had bare, naked hunger-
Grabbed him and grew stronger.
These were of different watery hues,
Of these, he touched every womb.
Numb became his heart with pain,
On seing stone in everyone of them.
Thus his infant-love, was never born,
But only his dreams long gone.
As he walked past those beaches of sand,
He was left with nothing to demand.
Then again.... as the November rain
Poured down the city walls,
Most certainly his maiden calls
To the Utopia where a loving man falls.
There he follows, determined again,
To shower his hindered love,
On the lady in the silken tent
Hoping against hope, that she would never relent.
But little does she know,
That, as the cold winds blow-
The crystal November's rain swiftly flow
Into the frozen oceans down below.
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