This is my attempt again to write a poem. According to some friends of mine in UP, writing a poem with no meter, rhyme, rhythm and other basic elements that a poem should contain is not a problem. Poem writing with the conventional elements isn't a big deal anymore.
This is for you. Because I miss you.
It makes me sick, it makes me rhyme
You are part of my every breath
Every heave of sigh
You are there every second I close my eyes.
It's you who I think of always
Does the absence make the heart grow fonder?
Sure it does
My desire to see you each day gets stronger
For how long I'll wait? I don't know.
Destiny, according to Murakami, is something we look back at afterwards
It's not something to be known in advance
Therefore, destiny is somewhat planned
It is us who hold our destiny
We are our destiny.
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