Away from your lips that utter my name,
Away from that gaze which shows love,
This voice of yours which calls me by a sweet name,
Is making me believe in this melancholic feeling called love.
Those sparkling devilish eyes of yours bring out the rebellious angel in me.
Perhaps we are two different war fronts with the same soldiers.
Maybe this heart you want to give me is the trophy I seek in this battefield called life.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
