When your name
drops in the wish lake
like a golden ring as numen,
I accept my defeat.
Like nanoprints, permeating
in my every poem.
Here I catch a swaying
scent to locate your
home in the jungle of denials.
Till my script is
completed, I will explore
all my options not to forget
you even for once.
Will you make it
easy for me to stop the tortuous
self-flagellation?
Who was better of
us with a magic wand
to turn either into a statue?