The heart is slightly naïve
Can’t really tell it
That the string of our dewdrop moments
Can’t be worn tonight
To adorn it at the ball of reality...
The mind is cracked a bit
Can’t really convince it
That the cinders from our passions
Can’t make Cinderella...
Her magic also lasts till midnight...
The being is madcap you see
Can’t really explain it
That the purple memories of your touch
Were from the camphor of time,
Left absolutely nothing behind...
My ‘me’ doesn’t know physics you see
Hey! So no Einstein and theory of relativity for me....
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