Hribhu Dey

I Love

I may not

make a difference

like everyone

I dreamt of doing so.


There are rats

who die so young

unknown to the neighbors.


I love to die

like a pig

when the sun

kisses the sea


Never dare

to kiss me

my heart smells bad

it is so young



kiss is infectious not love.

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