by Amit Parmessur
Don’t smile –
I’ll be too happy, and regret being mortal.
I’ll rue being able to breathe
the garden’s cozy breeze, that afternoon.
Cursed be my fingers
which couldn’t reach you again,
And speaking to my heart
now is like knocking at a stone.
I want something tomorrow!
Don’t smile –
Let us learn to reinvent each other’s soul.
Ask only to your heart, if I used to tempt you.
Do not ever show gold
to someone who cannot dig.
I want something tomorrow!
Don’t smile like this –
I dread myself. I’m scared of memories.
They have preserved your lips
that often haunt me.
It seems that your ease is
stamping panic on my heart.
I want some poison for tomorrow!
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