An Idiot Boy
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Vishal Sharma
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I love to be called an idiot
if the word escapes your lips
you bring for me flowers
no matter roses or tulips.
i have a heart inside me
eyes saltier than the sea
i have become your instance
though you give me a single glance
my death is now certain
i die a death of a lover
but i request you to visit
my grave with a flower.
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