Your Love is an Anodyne Your love kills the pain i feel, The tensions and depression it does heal. In pain I speak a blue streak, But your dose prevents in me the freak. I am a whited sepulchre with a blue blood disease, You’re a tranquiliser who hurdles the body freeze. You bury the hatchet and armistice the vendetta, You give green corridor to happiness and everything better. I thought you’re spurious and will leave me in a lurch, But you’re analgesic who will croon to me in the church. Your love is perfect and is so fine, It is definitely an Anodyne.
poem by Kirti