Sometimes we are tired of chat
We try to make love on a hot summer day
We dream of mountains
Cold nights of honey n quilt
And sometimes silent prayers
To cover the guilt…
Sometimes we are tired of making love
We try to chat – all absurd that
Sometimes praise or curse or chase
All we do is to pass the tedious time
Which slogs behind my night dress
As the memory of that crime…
Sometimes we are tired of chat
No love-making , No chatting helps
As if on the top of Alps
We jump to suicide
Jump into the dreadful silence…
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@LG- thanks :)