Complaints

Complaints

Let all complaints fade
And tears put up
No fight.

When I seek my hearth
In your lips again
Tonight.

Let that furnace burn
When a city goes
To sleep.

And a lover’s sketch
On a lover goes
Skin deep.

© Arindam Dey

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