You insisted that that was not sin,

Wore that extra toe ring as the 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 none die.

All the sinners from this world would not speak,

Of their past as it’s too 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