If inquiring would craft us wise
No eyes would ever stare in eyes;
If all our romance were told in a speech
No talks would travel to any ears and reach
Were feelings free from lethal mesh
And love not jump in hearts of flesh
No throbbing breasts would desire to meet
And find their happiness complete.

For who is there that survives and knows
The furtive powers by which he grows?
Were awareness all, what were our need
To ecstasy and weak and beautifully bleed?

Then request not, cutiee, the “If” and “Why”
I love you till I happily die.
For I have to love since I live
And life in me is what you give.
AND LIFE IN ME IS WHAT YOU GIVE.

 

Nikhil Chandwani

VIT University

nikhil.chandwani2011@vit.ac.in

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