I know you well
I know how you barge in
With your muffled face
To rob us of our happy days
I know your icy fingers are eagerly
Whetting their nails
To dig deeper into my veins
I have just one request…
Come softly…tiptoe into my room
Clasp me gently in my sleep
I know you are not so nice
But you can’t be cruel to me twice.
Come when the sky is soft pink
I may not be awake to see
My soul would soak in the beauty
And leave this earth with good memories
My truce with you doesn’t speak of love
You know I hate you
I have always hated since you
Deprived me of my childhood!
© Balroop Singh
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