To untie
a knot, I have no patience.
Instead,
I sever it.
To stand
in a queue, I have no time.
Rather, I
would forego the show.
To read a
novel, I have no mood.
I skip
the buses crowded.
Low Persistent Quotient I have.
But it
proves false in my love
For you,
that persists without success,
Waiting
for years, with patience. .
21.07.2001
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