Decoding the love
which will not do us
apart, like death transcending
the history of man and beast.
The perspective
of history was changing. I
didn't want to be happy, with shifting
epicenter of pain of severence.
Let the river flow between the banks.
I was there, where
you did't reach. Becoming stupid
was the choice. My pen will
dig up your mind, when you were
hiding behind the unspoken vows.
Taking revenge was
no career. You will fall from
the heights of rosewindow.
The sculptor was ready,
to anoint a fallen angel.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: August 29th, 2019 18:48
- Category: Nature
- Views: 28
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