Love or Crime

By Harshita Mishra

It'd only been two weeks and I 

was begging you not to leave,

Losing you was a fear

 which I saw turning into real,

A breeze of death passed me by 

when I hear you deny

Cause all I wanted was your love, 

Maybe just a bit,

Maybe just once. 

And how do I make you believe that I was not insane I was hurt? 

But now, As long as the sun shines,

 I pay the sanctions of this crime

 by being mentally paralyzed.

By Harshita Mishra