But atleast allow me

							But atleast allow me
I won't mind it at all if you didn’t allow me inside with you; when you went to attend the glamorous party, But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps; engross myself rhapsodically in your faint tunes; that nimbly floated in the atmosphere. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t offer me a ride behind your flamboyant bike; zipped ahead like an untamed tornado without slackening your speed or respite, But at least allow me to watch you from my window; pray for you relentlessly to God; asking him to wade off the tiniest of evil that might be transgress viciously across your persona. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t invite me for dinner; when infact you had called even the most bedraggled of beggars to attend the bombastic fiesta, But at least allow me to collect the left over’s of your food; cherish and enjoy your ethereal essence for times immemorial. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t speak my name even once in your entire lifetime; remained profusely lost and captivated in wholesomely surreal fantasy of your own, But at least allow me to chant yours till the time I died; overwhelmingly remember your fabulous countenance till I inhaled my last breath. I won't mind it at all if you miserably failed to recognize me even when I passed at whisker lengths from your body; made an insurmountably scornful face; shrugging your nose in disdain towards open space, But at least allow me to keep a blurred photograph of yours close to my heart; perceive you in the most stupendous forms possible every unleashing minute of the sweltering day. I won't mind it at all if you spat ruthlessly on my face; kicked me in my rear like a football; trying to hurl me in a hurry towards my ultimate place in the heavens, But at least allow me to admire the sweat that

trickled prolifically from your nape; in your ominous attempts to make me disappear forever from this planet. I won't mind it at all if you turned your back in dreariness as soon as you saw me; instead talked to unprecedented limits with the other man who was perpetually blind, But at least allow me to caress your mesmerizing and fleeting shadow; which lingered transiently for a while; and then thoroughly lost itself in the granules of earth. I won't mind it at all if you charred my bones to inconspicuous raw ash; punctured my robust body with a flurry of pugnaciously hostile bullets, But at least allow me to sketch your enchanting contours on slippery sea soil; savor your incredulously glorious memories all my life. I won't mind it at all if you barbarically blinded me; piercing my intricate eyeballs with gleaming rods of scarlet fire, But at least allow me to feel the winds that kissed you while drifting; not only imparting me with the unsurpassable exuberance to lead the day; but to audaciously face my entire life. And I won't mind it at all if you didn’t give me a position in your heart; blowing me off like an infinitesimal speck of dirt into obsolete oblivion, But at least allow me to listen to your passionately palpitating beats; which I had an irrefutable feeling would someday throb only for me; would someday be always mine….

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