I saw you in a bright orange attire

For the first time.

Walking towards me

With a smile so enchanting

Eyes modest

With a face charming

I wish I could die

For the death will be painless

Compared to the pain

You injected me with.

My heart is bleeding

Pulling me like a magnet

Pulling me towards you.

One thought,

Every thought

You are my thought.

Amidst the silent cry of

My heart, mind and soul

I wish

I could die…

Published by Amrit Anand