I won't mind it at all if you didn’t allow me inside
with you; when you went to attend the glamorous party,
But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps;
engross myself rhapsodically in your faint tunes; that
nimbly floated in the atmosphere.

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t offer me a ride
behind your flamboyant bike; zipped ahead like an
untamed tornado without slackening your speed or
respite,
But at least allow me to watch you from my window;
pray for you relentlessly to God; asking him to wade
off the tiniest of evil that might be transgress
viciously across your persona.

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t invite me for
dinner; when infact you had called even the most
bedraggled of beggars to attend the bombastic fiesta,
But at least allow me to collect the left over’s of
your food; cherish and enjoy your ethereal essence for
times immemorial.

I won't mind it at all if you didn’t speak my name
even once in your entire lifetime; remained profusely
lost and captivated in wholesomely surreal fantasy of
your own,
But at least allow me to chant yours till the time I
died; overwhelmingly remember your fabulous
countenance till I inhaled my last breath.

I won't mind it at all if you miserably failed to
recognize me even when I passed at whisker lengths
from your body; made an insurmountably scornful face;
shrugging your nose in disdain towards open space,
But at least allow me to keep a blurred photograph of
yours close to my heart; perceive you in the most
stupendous forms possible every unleashing minute of
the sweltering day.

I won't mind it at all if you spat ruthlessly on my
face; kicked me in my rear like a football; trying to
hurl me in a hurry towards my ultimate place in the
heavens,
But at least allow me to admire the sweat that
trickled prolifically from your nape; in your ominous
attempts to make me disappear forever from this
planet.

I won't mind it at all if you turned your back in
dreariness as soon as you saw me; instead talked to
unprecedented limits with the other man who was
perpetually blind,
But at least allow me to caress your mesmerizing and
fleeting shadow; which lingered transiently for a
while; and then thoroughly lost itself in the granules
of earth.

I won't mind it at all if you charred my bones to
inconspicuous raw ash; punctured my robust body with a
flurry of pugnaciously hostile bullets,
But at least allow me to sketch your enchanting
contours on slippery sea soil; savor your
incredulously glorious memories all my life.

I won't mind it at all if you barbarically blinded me;
piercing my intricate eyeballs with gleaming rods of
scarlet fire,
But at least allow me to feel the winds that kissed
you while drifting; not only imparting me with the
unsurpassable exuberance to lead the day; but to
audaciously face my entire life.

And I won't mind it at all if you didn’t give me a
position in your heart; blowing me off like an
infinitesimal speck of dirt into obsolete oblivion,
But at least allow me to listen to your passionately
palpitating beats; which I had an irrefutable feeling
would someday throb only for me; would someday be
always mine….





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