Impressions…

God of a violent hue

Your eyes are red from fatigue

like the sindhoor on my forehead;

Both eternal, both indelible.

How can you then

take my beloved away from me?

He is a virgin’s dream

he is the blood of my heart,

Can you take away

all his words to me

Or the memory of his handsome face

etched upon my soul?

I hold his touch, his smile

which can never be yours.

So give back his form

which is of no use to you.

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