Forming letters to create a meaning
In distant passion far reaching
Closer you get to finer silk
The joy you beget in sweet milk
Familiarity never takes for granted
Affections and impudence implanted
Sweet to that tongue is milk and honey
To which the arrested find funny
Distant passion is it torture-never
Fierce in intensity for the better
Far-fetched ambitions are never far-fetched
To you without they are fearfully stretched
But the closer to distant passion you get
In your heart the sun never will set.
By Ajay Seshadri
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