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Short Poems 02

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Love Prompted Death

Dying with every tic
was something my love bestowed
but who knew
'twas just the blast-off?
The bang yet to be exposed
Arish was someone who
used to deliver life
and here's he
selling even his last breath
just to buy a sight of you
What better could death do
than to prompt my suffering to verge?

Of Your Wasteful Love
Lusty nights
that sleepless love
when a blossom
out of your litter bloomed
in city dwells
like a leftover
of your midnight meal
paying repent
in junks
the next morn
for your immature one-nights

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