A Gift of College in Feb

1. UNTITLED

I love her,

but that lives me.

I give her joys, she enjoys it.

She kills her, when I ask her.

when I ask her, she adores it.

When I am back, she's backer.

She's there, always, for I want her.

I want her for I love her,

but she hits her

for she's been closer,

too close to live her.

what's mine and that's not hers,

I like it when I hide her.

I meet her, when I need her. 

I need her for she's not her.

she's not what,

what I want her.

Now I hit her

When she tells it,

that I am old and not bold,

the blood runs is of cold one.

I need a gun and more pun

to my life and the style one

stands alone, that not so far gone.

You know that she's not there,

where I look or they see.

But I found her when she,

asked me, if knew her

or she did.

by: Dileep Kumar

Delhi University