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Sep 2012
Behind your back, my love, my sweet cheat,
My mind, a wily bandit, in phases
Plan a series of thefts, culminating in a heist.
The shoplifter mind wants to steal a kiss quick,
"Take her heart, hold it to ransom"
My psyche, the robber, demands,
*Your soul in this heist, will be the captive-
Ultimate of  my pining  wounded soul.
*** for tat..in a time love has become a bitter game of chess..
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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