By Prisha Goel
The magical touch
And the kiss was gentle
So gentle like petals
Full of passion just like an artist filled with passion for the art
Filled with tenderness
Filled with love
It wasn’t a kiss
It was the promise he made to her
Promise of giving her moon to stars
Promise that he would cut parts of himself to fill her’s
He will drink poison pretending like it’s amrit
If given by her
The man who never bowed to any man
He bowed to her
He would go on knees,
He would tear the worlds apart
Even the world he made for himself
Just for her.