Another Kind Of Death Poem by Arun Maji

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Another Kind Of Death



You are like a drug.
Even the smell of your hair
Makes me drunk.
The sight of your face
Makes me numb.
Sound of your laughter
Makes me faint.

I know I would die in you.
But it's that death
I long most.

Those who say death is ugly
Do not know
Dying while sleeping on women's bosoms
Is another kind of death.
© Arun Maji

Another Kind Of Death
Sunday, May 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,passion,romantic,romance,indian,bangla,love
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