If love begets love,
then you cannot tackle
the departure.
It was a graceful withdrawal,
after completing the life\'s term.
Dust meets dust.
The clown was a great
loser, leading a double
life, with a big hole
in the heart.
You cry when something
was left behind.
After all who was
a perfectionist in this weary world?
When you sleep
in the virgin arms of
a terrorist,
the enemies go into a tizzy.