Nepal, May 9 -- I leave hopeful doors ajar waiting for your open embrace.

The glass breaks and the ice turns my feet cold.

I tiptoe into your life. My life otherwise runs anti-clockwise.

This is a poem for my wrapped heart waiting for your revelation.

On the way, you are lost. I imagine this departure of yours is my poetry.

I have learned to express and be the fountain of joy

I search for my dancing partner when life teaches me tunes of solitude.

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