In search of plus

I search henceforth in a dictionary
of all the names struck by destiny
I am feeble like a weak thread
that knits into the cloth like a fabric
I hence searched all my catalogs
to find a name henceforth forgotten in decades
your pale face growing paler
the face has grown sympathetic to nature’s cause
we both are the objects of nature
play thing toys in the cosmos of
infinite imaginations
when I am with you I hear a sigh
seldom like mine but held on to the threads
like folded hands in prayer for mercy
the rain fell like pebbles heaving
a sigh I lost you on a track
never! say the sherpa boy

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