Poison.

By Sibani Mohanty

Your hands fit in mine,

Just like cigarettes with wine.

Oh, the hours together we spent,

I would bring back if time was lent.

The swirl that we call a dance,

Let’s give it another chance.

Your dreamy eyes are such a boon,

For they are the sunrays to my moon.

Holding hands till we turn into ashes,

Leaving behind all our clashes.

Just spending days watching you talk,

Kissing your neck and going for a walk.

Must we live without this passion?

For you are the antidote to my poison.

By Sibani Mohanty