The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 13

Let me love you
Oh you delicate skin,
Why do you need those gold-rimmed
spectacles,
Blush-red lips ?
Why scrutinising all of it with those very
blackened eyes ?
Why can not you calm down?
Why can not you stop ?
Why?
Come sit, and don't care ; let me kiss you when
you do not.
Let me ponder you a little
Let me see your eyes all baby blue.
Let me undress your all-blacks with my
amity.
Let me love you!
-Ankita Mandal