Reciprocity, Is It?
Take it some,take it all,
but it won't be
neither yours or mine,
as reciprocity is sky high,
and far-reaching, so divine.
One do believe,
in order to receive,
you should first give.
Then question is asked,
was it your ears
or was it mine?
was it your conscience
or was it my mind,
which first tapped the deep silent,
previously left untouched?
in this forest of reasons and cues,
quivers of arrow,
not glimpses of sorrow,
I'm yearning for tomorrow,
for sharing this piece of gold.
As arrow strikes accurately,
but sorrow eats enormously,
of what's called serenity,
in what we believe
so peaceful and openly,
is yet to be complimented,
as reciprocity.
The heart seeks the heart,
as distance won't further apart.
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posted by Fahmi Mahat at
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