Your touch thrills me,
Your presence fills me.
My hands grip you,
For you are mine.
Moments are few,
When my eyes don't flit to thine.
Another kiss of yours,
To another may be his last breath breathed.
He must be spread out on all his fours,
For him death may be bequeathed.
They might be limbs,
Which kill him.
Or your trills,
Which ends him.
Your love isn't "for",
For it clouds the brightest minds.
Your love is the rabid dogs of war
Destruction it always finds.
Sinews clench you tight,
For I won't go without a fight,
My country I will fend.......................
Copyright © Tushar Yadav | Year Posted 2018
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