The man selling replica of Taj Mahal
By calling it as a ‘Symbol of Love’,
When he returns to his lonely world
Holding the hand of a drab,
The darkness descends on the earth
The shadow of the man gets bigger
As the darkness grows...
When the slut would return home abusing
With her pain unhidden, she would know
At the end of a night, it’s another day’s birth
Is the lust being sold somewhere
In a wrapper of love?
Let us not touch each other, Dear
Tonight under the moonlit sky
We would just look through each other’s eyes
Let our hearts meet to find the mirth.