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He tried to scribble a word or two
But his thoughts escaped and flew faster
Than the pen could keep pace and make him do…
He tried to catch her like that lovely butterfly
But before he could come near it
Escaped him and flew away so high…
He tried to clasp her in his hands
But she escaped his grasp little by little
Like an hour-glass the tiny sands…
He tried to comb through dense crowd
For that face that could launch a thousand ships
But escaped his eyes never to be found…
He tried to look for that brightest star in the sky
To see her winsome wink and charming twinkle
But she escaped him as the thick, dark clouds rolled by…
He tried to imprison her in his heart
But like a bird craving to be liberated and set free
Escaped the warm nook in which she was caught
Escape…escape…is all she wants in everything
So vague, so obscure and so elusive...
Why is she so impervious to his deep yearning?
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