A Mortal's Death

Milind Gautam

My sorrow hits the ceiling,
Triggering the reservoir of words,
Piercing my pale skin,
Ink oozing out,
Running thicker than blood.
In this melancholic night,
In this cold storm,
A mortal is dead and
a poet is born...

                          ~Milind Gautam

  • Author: Milind Gautam (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2022 15:14
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