Last Night
After
a long day,
I just wanted to relax with a glass of beer.
She smiled at me
with a glass and said, "Cheers."
I smiled at her,
and we got introduced to each other.
I hinted to the bartender
so that I could pay her bill.
Once our sweet argument ended,
we decided to spend the night together.
Her eyes were like nectar,
inviting me to be the bee.
Her smile was seductive,
forcing me to go closer to her.
Her waist proved her looks —
I was tempted to hold it in my hands.
Her lips were like wine;
I felt they should be forever mine.
I walked close to her.
She was waiting for a hug.
Once I hugged her,
I could feel she was ready for the night.
But she didn't realize it would
be her last night.
My gun did the silent job.
I could see her falling dead.
That sexy bitch was a spy
who thought she was smart enough to seduce me.
But she was a fool who never knew:
My nation is my obsession, not her body.
Happy to serve as an
intelligence officer
who will die for the nation —
not for a woman on the bed.
M.L. Narendra Kumar
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