She thanked me. I was hurt. The intimate smiles & the depth of trust were estranged with these two words. When the prof. started teaching......
Say it with no sound
The world of thanks holds many worlds
And floating thoughts & gestures among the Gods
A thanks kills my ego; it breeds crack in love
Sounds of humility burns trustful leaves
As the credit of love splits into loans of altruism
Thin line of identity marks the end of absolute
Alas! we accept the truth of our lonely relative world
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