Love lasts longer and stronger than anger in my memory
That extends its roots across my cranial nerves—why? 
When your face-as if covered in moonlight- comes to me,
Love wins hate and douses the fire of anger—why? 
Why does the streets and gullies—now potholed and putrid—
Only remind me of your hands I held and kissed? 
When I look for a linear line of my life, non-linearity emerges. 
The picture continues coming seamless and brighter 
As the day goes by stroking my age—why?

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