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When the sky stops kissing the sea, will you still love me?

When I stop being what I used to be, will you still love me?

Behind the laughs, the tears, the assurances, and the fears,

When the curtain falls and you see, will you still love me?

What if one day, I say it out loud? I say-

“You and I, are we.” Will you still love me?

You are the master, and I, a mere slave.

If I set myself free, will you still love me?

If I look at myself in the mirror,

Tell me, Chhavi, will you still love me?

[1] Chhavi: Reflection