Curse me, slap me,
Hate me more.
Stab me, kill me,
Hate some more.

Burn my memories,
And bottle my love.
Bundle my stories,
And forget me now.

Mourn not for me,
And shed no tear.
A deserter I hate to be,
But I couldn’t be here.

Pardon me, my love,
I’ve failed to honour my vow:
I told you I’d stay and love,
But alas, I am gone now.

I may not take another breath,
And may not speak another word.
But through the doors of death,
Let my love be heard.

~ Pradeep CE 🙂

This post used to be a part of my old blog, and was migrated here for legacy reasons.