You insisted that that was not a sin,

Wore that extra toe ring as proof of your acceptance.

Our secret betrothal was enough to clear our guilt,

And accept it as our parallel life and not as a happenstance.

You never lie, so you claimed,

I believed and we lived in,

The bubble of love and pleasure,

Which the world terms as sin.

After years, when we would find ourselves sitting,

around the fire in a place where no one dies.

All the sinners from this world would not speak,

Of their past, as it’s too well-known to lie.

There also you would say what you are saying now,

That you never did any wrong deed or sinned.

I will stand silently perplexed to say if your lying was the sin,

Or the acts all thought you never did were the sin.

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Jay Jagdev | 10^th February 2024