Inject and infect
The love in my veins
To surrender the pain
To be lost in your aim.
Β
The infection is not in the blood
Itβs in the mainstream of the love
The soul wants the cure
In the form of art of love.
Β Inject and infect
The passion in my words
To compose a diary entry
Of an affair to be remembered
As the memories of the day.
Β
The infection is visible
In the composition
Created with a flow of thoughts
To be read in person
To be lost in the meaning.
Β
Inject and infect
Me up and down
With the stretch of your silence
Provoking me to ask the reasons
Behind the unheard voice.
Β
Is infection a myth
Is the mind affected
With the negativity
Of the world!
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
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