I still remember
My love for you.
Which I smelled so dear
When I was a teenager.
The mystery lanes
And dark crimson caress
Of light-stands.
Or, that very night
It was raining
My math-soaked brain was cycling
Like a doodlebug
When a pack of stray dog
Hunted me wild.
I surrendered.
They left me untouched!
I still remember.
The dogs are still hunting
The good will.
And then a slumber of stinging pain
Pricks my lumbar spine.
I hear the call
Before it kills,
The best is still...
28 November, 2015
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