A beautiful poem I came across in HT, the context was Indira Gandhi.. a beautiful composition...
I have loved you before,
This meeting, this life, seems just another round,
One of thousands,
One of one, endless current,
In which new love is recognition,
Nothing more than a new shape,
For two pieces of an ancient heart,
And I will love you again,
And toss my soul to the sea until it breaks upon the tide,
As it will, as it must, to take shape again,
A limpet soul that clings to you
For I would make this round a thousand times
This meeting, this life, seems just another round,
One of thousands,
One of one, endless current,
In which new love is recognition,
Nothing more than a new shape,
For two pieces of an ancient heart,
And I will love you again,
And toss my soul to the sea until it breaks upon the tide,
As it will, as it must, to take shape again,
A limpet soul that clings to you
For I would make this round a thousand times
To find your love in every life…
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