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I don’t write poems,
I write you – only you.
You become a name.
And play on my lips,
Your are the moon rising,
And the sun setting.
You are the sky,
In which I have set
Many birds to fly,
You are the earth,
In which I have planted,
Innumberable wandering trees.
You are space,
Between the earth and the sky,
I write this space,
I don’t write poems,
I write you – only you.
-Suresh Dalal.

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