A Sense of Betrayal
I put a mere desire into your hole,
although
it’s only a misleading impression.
My right leg is dwelling in a bowl of potpourri,
My left leg is drowned by unacceptable intimacies.
Amid the flock of birds, I 'm chasing the wind
or win.
Maybe,
under the silver lining
you catapult my eyeballs to your fading shadow.
My soul adores the reality,
whirling like a dervish,
even there’s no fallback position
once I fall in love with you.
I'm much in love,
with a much waiting.
A pile of pale, blush to think of what
a fool I made of myself,
How your white teeth and rosy lips
are sealed with an unbridled enthusiasm.
Please let me put a bouquet of flower
near your ear,
as the souvenir in this Indian summer.
Don’t feel a sense of betrayal
when our fingers dissolve in a subtle shade of pink.
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