The Curse of The Thorn Princess

Milind Gautam

Her memories hit my heart,
Just like the waves hit the shore,
Reviving that poignant love,
The love which she tossed like a dime in the void of ignorance.

She was a flower with thorns,
The more I loved her, the more I bled.
My heart which was once laden with love galore,
Now is wounded, overflowing with grief.

Gulping my past, I sink into the leather,
With the cigarettes in the ash tray mimicking my heart.
Her memories come and go just like the waves do,
Her curse has torned me apart.

                                             ~Milind Gautam

  • Author: Milind Gautam (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 18th, 2022 09:29
  • Category: Love
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