The sin of a misplaced hope

Ankit Thapa
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readJan 29, 2018
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Dust me off your skin
Let no traces remain
Wash my smell off your mind
Wash your hands of this sin

Don’t catch my pieces
Don’t put me in a frame
Don’t string my words
Just erase my name

There is no one
Who loves you more than I do
But don’t even give that a thought
I cannot live up to this love

Like a wildfire, you let it spread all over you
I’ll be gone by the day, I’m just your morning dew
So let me love you from afar
You don’t need to know, the plight of this undeserving heart.

Inspiration Nandita

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