I hv lived with your love and hate
Ruthlessly you have pushed me like a bate
Why is it always feels like a new death
Whenever you leave me
In the banks of promises
Master, I was deeply in love
You came back each time
My skin wasnt ready
My soul screamed in disgrace
At times, its difficult
Because I made love,
More with the soiled words
Than the rosy buds
Kavitha Nair 