Your eyes committed.
Your hair, the sun shine on them committed.
The gentle movement of your bosom as you breathed,
Committed.
Your lips, they didn't move, in utter silence,
In the blush of youth, committed.
Your navel, hiding behind your Saree, a star on your waist,
Committed.
Committed to a confession.
A confession you never made.
Your tounge was tied.
You therefore never lied.
When will you come to me a sinner,
So that we can sin together?

Hardik Vaidya

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