To Die In Your Arms - Poem by krishna kumar
Who had known that the first name I ever wrote on my heart would become an everlasting wound?
What is the meaning of my love if I could not take you as mine or make you as my beloved?
What is the purpose of my life if I couldn't get you in my whole lifetime or forget you at least for a day?
I don't know why I was punished like this..
Was loving someone truly such a crime?
May be it is.
Come at least on the day I would die because,
I want to die in your arms with a smile on my lips and a tear on your eyes...
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