Monday 20 June 2016

Be it there, though shortly.



One day I will die; be it.
Till that time let me live.
One day my name will fall; be it.
Till that time let it rule.
Footfalls post death die. Be it.
Let it lie sometime.
Don’t I go for tasty food,
Whose taste ends with the tongue?

23.07.2015

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