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Aug 2013
I tattooed
your name
onto my arm
your love
into my mind
And wanted you
to sit close to me
I tried to find
myself in your eyes
Holding you fast
In my arms
promised you
that I would never
let you down
To be different
from the world
You became violin
in the evil's hand
You found my world
useless and valueless
Crowds surrounded
to applaud you
to praise you
To consider yourself
the best of all
To caused me pain
to make me regret
to compel me apologize
You kept changing
As seven different
colours of rainbow
Now deflowered,
useless and dry
You say you gonna die
When you’re already
dead in my mind.

Diffent people have different view on love, *** and marriage. This poem is satire to those who look for a stick, when they are alone, in later part of their life.
Dhal Bahadur Jirel Ravi
Written by
Dhal Bahadur Jirel Ravi  Jiri 8, Dolakha, Nepal
(Jiri 8, Dolakha, Nepal)   
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