I Love

Hribhu Dey

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

 

Remember

kiss is infectious not love.

  • Author: Hribhu Dey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2011 23:22
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 31
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