Now you're dead and gone.
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Love bites "It would be easy Berry picking like, I know you think. To own me, With you flair, The same effortlessness With which you once Disowned me. For all such times When I sizzles in your arms Red Chilli on hot mustard oil, I gave you flavourful, Burning myself down. You separated the torment, Knowing it's destiny, Down in the bin. But here it rises, Does that hurt you? The burning red wound? Not yet? Good. It decided to let you go, No, not because it cannot, I cannot. But I know, It's not worth. Your pain. You are a destitute, A lonely tree, In your palatial backyard. You could not house My blooming births. And on an other day, When your are disowned Someone else, I wish her the strength Of dries chillies, And buried flowers, To burn you down." -Kuntala Sengupta Kuntala sengupta ia involved in Writing Services, Learning & Teaching. She is young and interested in cinemas, daydreaming and Men's grand s...