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Standing at your grave 
Thinking,
It could be someone else's life
But why you?
Why try to be so brave?
He was a soldier
Martyr did he die.
Splendidly lifeless was I
But just could only cry.

A faint memory striked my head
"Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead,
Do not forget 
To take out of my pocket,
The rose red."
His words made me reminiscent.
Never knew, it'll be painful to this extent.

It all started 
At a library with a glance. 
Short sleeve T's, khaki pants
Without a doubt
He was a man made for romance "He's the one"
My heart ecstatically said
"Go on, don't be afraid."
 I don't blame myself 
But he made me stalk him
Through every street.
No killer I am,
I just wanted to meet.
But suddenly, 
I lost him near a crossroad.
A deep cracking voice echoed
"I don't like to be followed."
Dumbstruck was I 
Suspicious was he. 
"Would you mind to have a cup of coffee?"
I gulped.
"Only if you're paying up"
Sternly he said. "He surely is the one"
I gasped.
From coffee to dinner dates,
Not only me but he also paid.
We frequently used to write letters, 
Bcoz retrospect suited us better. 
I could never expect 
I would ever receive 
So much love and respect.

A Pisces made for a Leo.
I still remember 
The awkward conversations 
And longwalks under 
The flickering street lights.
Our need for each other 
A perfect example of obsession
Every moment spent with him
Was my dearest possession 
My strongest desires
I always tried to hide. 
But I fail to understand 
Do all soldiers have the power
To read your mind wide?
Not kissing like teenagers,
Not having tantric sex
But walk miles
In a vineyard, spending
Warm afternoons strolling down
the rows of heaving grapes
Sharing a romantic dance.

Came the season of monsoon. 
I know that did happen too soon
Not di I remember much to say
But, oh my, that was indeed a day.
As the first drops of rain poured down
I turned around 
Only to find him on his knees
"Will you share your umbrella
With me for the rest of your life?"
He asked, as he sneezed.
Here was my response
"Well then, if you love me 
Half as good as I love you
There'll be a wedding
 In a week or two."
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