Impure
In journeys and our life
If it was you, it would accrue
Through pain and through our strife
That I would still love you
In thoughts and in my speech
My words may be ascorbid
The grail is out of reach
And life will still be morbid
In feelings and emotions
The soul may come undone
A bitter lack of notions
And life with less than none
In irony and ecstasy
The former leads the way
Of reconciled dichotomy
And life and chardonnay
In moments and our minds
If it was you, or I'm not sure
The clarity we find
That life made me impure
- Arunabh Das
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