Hell In The Heaven?
Your
blood surge by the wickedness of an infant
Looked
away from the ugliness of a flower
Eyes
blinded by the scorching heat of the moon
Ran
away to escape the revenge of your mother
Burnt
by the incessant heat of the flaming ice
Have
you thrown away money as a simple colored paper?
I
want to desert the Shangri-La, and run away from everything
From
everything that even a prince would not dream to be blessed
Without
the sweet embrace of your love never to come
Why
did you write me your letter in an invisible ink?
Why
did you speak in a silent harsh sentence?
I
have already bled to death from your rejection whip
How
can heaven be what it could be with out you in my life?
Isn’t a body just a corpse when the soul has disappeared once for all?
*KRS. Murthy*
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