LOVE : THE PIECE DE RESISTANCE OF LIFE
Yesterday, they killed her
Today, they make a point of killing me
My blood will,
Measure up to their expectations- they think .
Means nothing to them love
Very matter – of-fact people they are
And honour of their caste, their religion
Only means something to them .
They may move up, may muscle in, on my life
But they can’t muscle in, on our love, I know
A mug’s game they play……
Death is a small thief, it can’t steal
The kittenish treasures of love
And love, a pectoral feeling, a pick-me-up
The piece de resistance of life……
See, oozes milk of human kindness, a star
Above your head, and in its ingenuous vision
Inimitably smiles she, my beloved, to whom-
They killed yesterday…..
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