AA (24April1984 / Kanpur)

Dejections

Reasons never clear,
And still you are dear.
Vital feelings of affection,
Inspite of a living perception.

Never I thought of mine,
And always about thine,
Yet dejections I got,
Although options were a lot.
Kind of love is it or not?

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