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The No relationship
Preeti Shenoy
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Nothing in common
No exchanges
No glances
No conversation
No smiles
No connection
No hugs
No touching
No waiting
No gifts
No desire
No caring
No interest
No hatred
No love
No laughter
No freedom
Bound by apathy
And promises
Made in ignorance
The No-relationship chugs
Stronger than ever
Running on parallel tracks
No destination in sight
No end either.

© 2017 Preeti Shenoy

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Comments

  1. Never met you, nothing in common, then too always admiring, that is my connection with you❤❤❤ Thanks for a wonderful poem

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  2. No words to express ma'am, nice poem.

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  3. No sorry's
    No worry's
    No nothing
    Know nothing

    Very unique poem!

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  4. A poem closely associated to real life. Really good.

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  5. It is great poem
    But
    Person don't need lover relationship

    It is another relationship which have ulimited love that is
    MOTHER.....DAUGHTER.....SISTER


    Happy international women day to preeti mam even to all

    Hope womens lives brave and healthy life

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  6. No relationship
    No expectations
    No disappointments!

    (*_*)

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  7. Nice poem ma'am..
    Happy women's day!!!

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  8. Nice poem ma'am..
    Happy women's day!!!

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  9. Yes. This is closely related to our daily life. But as someone said apart from daily life there is another relationship i.e mother sis aunt where abundance of love care exists. Upto u how u take this poem!! Love ��

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  10. Such a lovely poem! I can relate to it a lot. Looking forward to reading more of your poems!

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  11. It's such an awesome post to reflect on nothingness but fullness of such a soulful relationship.

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