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.
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