Shekhar Acharya
I must kill you.
Now-a-days, I am thinking as Hitler.
But you are not feeling afraid as Jews,
And are embracing me, as tightly as usual.
Here is a race,
So, before death,
I have to kill you,
Before the death of ours.
Dear,
you must understand,
Ending is the starting.
And I promise
kissing your forehead for the last time,
Under the surface of a gas-chamber,
In the lovely embrace of each other,
Our skeletons will rest in deep sleep.
