Strange was their connection,
In distance too, evoked madly, were their passions.
He played the piano, but couldn’t hear a thing,
She danced away to his tunes, without any vision.
Impaired, yet, they lost themselves in their art,
Be it morning hours or even nocturnal.
He, in his palatial high-rise;
she, by the road-side…
They had never met, but,
there was no boundary to the tunes,
Wafted which, into the grounds
beyond his compound…
Since long, they had been playing a strange chemistry,
Unaware of the other, yet, so much in symmetry!
Only the heavens could’ve prophesied such an omen,
Truly, made for each other, unique union!
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