True Love

By Ujjwal Dutta

Our love being perfectly pure,

you were securely sure

that your name is the only thing,

(as of my mental plane you are the king)

that could be seen inscribed in my heart,

if it is taken apart

from the rest of the body

for an anatomical study.

After my death, after shedding all the tears

into my differently indifferent ears,

you got my heart cut open.

The bloody sight made yours broken;

you could hardly believe your eyes

as it was full of nothing but infinite lies.

By Ujjwal Dutta