Mysore, Karnataka

I did wrong, yes I did.
He tested me to reveal the wickedness in my eye
He sent bikes and waterfalls and endless biryanis
All to serenade and to spoil me.
How can I find the love of another
Consumed with self-hate and in a constant state of loss
For my Mother.
For my father, my brother.
I promise to pay my dues for all the Indian love-you’s
He’ll make me feel the Raja’s pain
So that I may never make the mistake again.
How could I hurt those purest of eyes?
That magnificent smile had threatened to die
I told you
I destroy everything, my darling.
It was a test and He proved me right
I don’t think I’m good for anyone,
Especially a boy whose eyes shine God’s light.