Can you read my poem
written for you O blind wizard?
Why did my voice not reach you?
It is not mental, You
give light in my eyes. I will give you
my eyes. Why vendetta between lovers?
I will sever off my
thumb one day I will not write
a ballad for you. I am not a slave of words.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2021 19:59
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
how sad, when we let others infiltrate and poison
our relationship
with that avenue for solace and self-expression
we painstakingly, excavated
for ourselves:
from ourselves...
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