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Rub,red hot chillies & salt
direct on my eyes, naked
tears, colourless, will pour
Yet, I would not weep from pain
Put, nasty maggots
deep on my wounds, unhealed
fluid yellowish & puss will drain
Yet, I would not chase the flies
Slit, the hot pulsing thing
with a blade unsharpened,
Blood, deep crimson, will pop
Yet, I would not beg for breath
But,
Shut, the gates of your heart
Lock, the kiss of your lips
Wipe, the rainbow of your gaze
Do you think I would not die?
By Jahooli Devi
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