when ever i talked of love,
she talked of lust.
when ever i talked of soul,
she talked of body.
when ever i talked of death,
she talked of life.
lust, body and life are too complex' i told
better are love, soul and death
so what, she said, a moment of bodily lust and life is better.
Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
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