Penned By B D Narayankar
Entering as I did inside
the Wipro auditorium
I heard a faint voice
from behind -
Love is poison
Love is death.
Settling down in the chair
with your voice behind
asking for a corner seat
I told myself taking
a deep breathe thus -
I am afraid of Life,
as I know not
when and where
it will strike.
As for Death,
it's okay.
It strikes,
but once,
My Love
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