Penned BY B D Narayankar
Embroiled
in the web of life
these culprits -
lovers -
are pulverised on earth
But every time
they rise,
only to be crushed again,
something
pulls them back into their bodies
Bodies are quashed,
split, separated:
Bodies wear away,
Only lovers live on,
They never die
They cannot die
Yes,
you and I
do not die,
we are eternal,
we are undying
Because lovers are
no less than souls,
my love
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