It is
an accident
That we
worked together.
It is
mere a chance
That
our chemistry exacted.
It is a
kind of providence
That we
got dissolved.
Had it
been at all
A
mixture of salt and water,
On your
exit of me
You
could have evaporated.
Our
blend is a compound.
It
cannot go pre states quo.
Curse
not the fate
That
gave us this rebate.
24.10.99,
Palakkad
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