Remember my last request,
not to send any gifts
if material tokens are gifts
I don’t know what you call gifting
love, friendship, sacrificing
a life for the loved one.
Don’t even gift me sun, moon
planets and galaxies as I can’t play
them in my lonely moments,
if you can, make a small hut
somewhere in the galactic shores
play surf with me on the
unending sand collecting shells.
I want a world with you
to call it my very own
give the warmth of arms
the gifts of joy and
gifts of life
not tokens which cannot stand up
to my whining heart's lonely melodies
my throbbing pulses' love calls.
The promise of other life
in my today’s and tomorrows.
Sabita Sahu
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