Sunday, 28 August 2011

The first and the last romance I had.

A brief affair
called life

she held me in her arms,
rocking side to side
the pleasures of childlike innocence
then youth's unending effervescence
she placed passionate kisses,
with age's catching pestilence

but she held me,life my mistress
but what more than a mistress she could be?
she played, she spent, she moaned
she nagged in distress
and the passion soon went bleak.

and that's when I found death..
Oh such an enchantress was she
She called but once, she looked deep within
and sent shivers down me

How I struggled to be faithful to the former
love, I had for life
but death with its overpowering zeal
never spared the bitch the knife

she cut through her
and that too before my eyes ,
and turned to me and said
"now she is done
your beloved one"
seducing me to the deathbed.

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