Maybe,
I will serve myself on the platter as breakfast, lunch and dinner, sing Frank Sitara songs, hide love
notes in pockets, passport, shaving kit,window sills. Handwritten.
Deliver gifts on your birthday
from every corner of the globe.
Welcome you with candlelight dinner,served naked.
Fly you off to faraway island. Change my name, my
country, my religion,become an atheist for you.
Carve your name in nook and corner to help you claim your territory. Marked by love,promises never made,vouches never uttered. Make a home for you in my DNA.
Maybe.
~ Jael Varma
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