See, what you have
done to me.
Chasing my
poems engaging
the soul.
Will you like to meet
the heart of a rose?
Continuing without
pause, you will discover the path
of unknown.
Half fathers were steering
the lives of unknown, long-limbed sons.
Don't stand in queue―
to throw your flesh, peace by peace
to predators.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2021 22:39
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
I am but a feeble wannabe, masking his fallible nature of discontent within scribbled words of meagre worth,
although my saving grace lies in excavating wisdom's pearls that such as you choose to share, within your ink woven solace, of poetic genius..
This one is really interesting satishverma, because it gives me a feeling, honestly of anguish more than anything, but honestly your true emotion in writing this is a mystery to me, and that mystery is enjoyable.
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