Tomorrow I may die of a sudden heart-attack or I may get a couple of month's warning if diagnosed with cancer. Or just suppose if I die out of blue in suicide bombing attacks and there are no chances that I can come back to tell you How I liked you? How you made my life beautiful? In that case, while I am still alive I want to Love and not let love be a feeling that subsides and not let love stick to a stereotype and not let love be bound or bind to a name I will let it be only Love.
Why do I look in the mirror, When you are not here? Somebody lingers around is that, you call fear? We are women, all same we survive, fighting tear Do you hate me, more? As I say, I will choose to bear I know, they ignore our voices 'Anu' we must write to make them hear