Updated: Sep 19, 2020
In the abyss of the night My subconscious mind
She meets me in places I cannot find
During my waking hours all she does is hide
In my dreaming spells she will not leave my side.
She cannot be real
She may not know how I feel
But for her with a ring I'll kneel
For her with Satan I'll make a deal
Seeing she's the summation of my love's ideal.
She exists not in this cruel cold crushing
reality, Not as far as I know so to speak.
Yet, even her imaginative existence
Gives me the much needed subsistence.
I will get through this mess I made
I will secure for me a life inlaid with Jade
I will not for anything trade
Her substance, her wonder, her virtual aid.
She gives me hope
Probably a phantasm a mirage to help cope.
I'll take what I get
For with it I sure am content.
Rtr. Smriti Singh
Rotaract Club of TCET