Poem: A Lie

i died
a few days back
in the courtyard
of a momentary palace
jesuit chalice
of him and her
death by the color
of black and white
he asked me
if I wrote a prose
stuck a pose
poked my nose
from up so close
he wanted to know
if I lied
when i said
I died
a few years back

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About Amit
Conventional, boring, believer, poet, Shayar (to be precise), lover of music, musical instruments, and all that can be called music (theoretically or metaphorically), jack of all master of none, more of a reader less of a writer, arbit philosopher, foolish debater.. and many more such things.. like so many people!

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