“Burnt in Love” - By Srividya Chitta of BA First Year  

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

My heart burns alive,

For its little self is not aware,

That it is not meant to yearn for you.

Your sight sets my skin ablaze,

Yet not a single bruise is found.

For my veins are filled with nothing,

But pure love I carry for you.

O’ye lover how do I tell you?

That you burn my heart.

But like the silver moonshine, you sheath my soul.