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Earth to earth,
and dust to dust.
The lovers lay,
smothered in lust.

She walks out the door,
Hardly saying a few words.
But it's the lamest excuse,
you've ever heard.

She says it's not you,
but you don't believe her.
She wasn't worth it,
yet you grieve her.

Would you trust
the words of a liar,
Though without smoke,
there's never fire.

It's the truth of life,
and it shall remain.
For today,
and ever again.

Ankit said...
July 1, 2008 at 3:42 PM  

is this ur virginal work??
damn good if it is...
nahi toh... accha chori kiya...

alok yepuri said...
July 1, 2008 at 3:54 PM  

Mine! All mine! :D

And thank you thank you.

BTW, everyone told me that my career as a poet started and ended with this very pome :p

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