The day when the gates of hell are opened
and when Yamraj embraces me, the best has happened.
My love, don’t call upon mighty Indra in your eyes
Cherish my memories, my laughter, my lies.
The worst is over, go & enjoy
My life is now coy.
Don’t forget me though-
I’d hate to be forgotten by the ones whose love flows.
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Author:
Maddie (Pseudonym) (
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