I am dying to melt with you but I am stranded on the other shore of the bayou. My wings of hope are feeble and will not carry me across this impasse. My ineptness pleads you, O song of my soul, fly! Fly towards me and my desolated core. Let me bathe in the grandeur of your rhythm and radiance. Let the tickle of life in my veins rejuvenate in your melody. In your embrace lies my pious liberation. Lift me from the prostrate and aid me sing. I need a song. I need you.
PS: I have been reading Geetanjali and my superhero has conquered my imagination all over again. I do not know anymore if the words above are mine or his. Please bear with me.
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