That day
You came for me
Dressed in white
Like a prince from
moon would be
but I didn’t do
anything
you wanted me
to do.
That day
And for days
Then on
I wanted
To only
Do
What you
Wanted me
To do.
Thousand
And a lakh
Times
I tore that
White shirt
Off you
(perhaps
out of lack)
and kissed
you violently
and rose
with pain
and satiety
in a pose
and then
retired
in your
arms
all tired
up on
opening
my eyes,
it was me
alone lonely
woken up
from
a
dream
without
a
scream.
That day
If I did
What you
Wanted me
To do
And I too
Wanted me
To do,
Today…
As you
Stand
In white
Clothes
And face
White
With fear
I would be
With you
Wiping
Your tear
But I didn’t do
What we
Wanted to do
And so
As you stare
At my photo
With scare
I cannot
Talk to you
For I am
Dead!
