like a mirror on the wall.
They look, smile and pass by.
Damsel, lady, virgin, old
to one and all, I give them a high.
Yet no one care to bo-peep within me
or even bother to kiss good-bye.
Better are the narcissist or flirtatious coy.
Their love flicker…
Yet when they love, they love to live.
And their memories are captivated within until I die.
– Kumar Gautam