Volatile was your love,
I realised.
The volatile feel and
memories were volatile.
I touched and realised,
you were volatile.
Since you passed away,
you soul is volatile.
Volatile cant be my pain,
million pricking pins.
Volatile can never be my memory,
like metastasis.
Volatile can never be the love
as your AIDS virus I had.
- Swati Sevlani
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