Your mind in ruins,
body moves like a fish
in my embrace.
My pain were you.
We are a mixed
breed, stealing the
smiles from the face of
moon and sun.
In a mood swing
you search a white rose
with pearly dew drops.
A cry pierces the earth.
A fist becomes mascot.
There would be
no comeback. I will give
you a gift of hijab
ready to steal the titan.
Come if you can,
barefoot on cinders.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: December 16th, 2021 19:34
- Category: Nature
- Views: 22
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments1
Brilliant!!!
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