An evocative love poem by Sushmita.
It was forbidden, To fall in love, With you. I belonged, To another. But that, Sunday afternoon, When, The sun was mild, The sheer curtains, Blew easy, In the breeze, And the usually reserved you, Spoke, Baring your soul, Sitting, Adjacent to me, I fell, For you, Irreparably. That's when, I learnt, To breathe, Underwater, And live.
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