Mask Of Love Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

I made up my mind, to die;
she is thinking about me,
for a long time,
with out any illusions;
Where she had to gone?

She looked over me,
with her heart in shred;
her lips dry alittle of water,
but gave a smile to me

She closed her eyes, to see me
she heard my breathing;
the blaze of my body,
awaken her from sleep

“I will die with laugh, dear”
she whisper with her wet lips.
More and more thoughts of her;
flashed in my mind.
“I will send my tears,
as I come to the world,
an new born baby.”