Peeping from night, wet eye I saw,
Inside a cemetery, flesh floating raw,
With a odor familiar, of your love around,
In my chest your image, was dogged and drowned,
Destiny in eyes, entering your soul,
And submerging in you, my united hole,
To pluck some cherries, smeared in blood,
And snatch from you, my dealing word,
My right you gambled, in name of luck,
And returned on loosing, as I am your duck,
You confided in me, I rekindled my flame,
But to anchor my heart, as you left again,
This dirty game, kept subliming my soul,
As I recollected mass, a knife took troll,
For how long could my, despair smile,
I wish to live, in rapture for a while,
You harassing games, bewildered me so,
I kept surrendering, endeavoring to and fro,
Entreating your soul, which dazzles my eye,
To hold its air, and relieve my sigh,
But to be pressed, again on rug,
‘It’s you duty as you love me’, you said with shrug
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