I AM THE POET OF DEATH ~ Leeza Sharma

1) I made you my pilgrim, my religion , my god you made me a spirit , a grave , a ghost 2) all my irony is considered sincerity  while all my sincerities ,  transcends to become ironies about post modern obscurity 3) I was an unripe fruit before I met you,  you made me I am succulent and ripe. 4) I made you my prayer You made me an afterthought.  5) Life is an unfunny irony Leeza