Now in a terror of love that I'm,
let me close all memories' door
and be away from my past
from Love's living ghost
that my mind does overcast
reviving depressed corpses
of wounded love
from oblivion's ashes,
making them instantly fall,
revealing their ugly faces
on life's frosty floor,
urging me to irrational fear...
words of passion long back I said
get unconsciously repeated
as yester night with a cute girl —
a present clone of the original —
in a hallucination I talked
she recoiled with horror
and I' m in terror
was she Ananda of Lord Budha's new tale
in mortal love turned pale
and I, Prakriti who from grace so sadly fell?
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