Storm appeared and in a blink,
It destroyed the cities but left a man.
Dried a flute he had for playing.
Near him was a broken, injured train.
And Immigrants there, were all died but,
The song played was appreciated a lot.
Lovers separated but the oath was there.
The only one left, was the man singing there.
How deceitful was the girl, who swear
To live with him and die together.
Man was though crying his heart out,
The dead ones there, were all bowed.
And Amid the graves only digger he was.
Betrayed, deceited and astrayed he was.
#03-10-2023
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Author:
Iqra Khan (Pseudonym) (
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This is nice on several levels. Its literal prose points to the dislodged and unfortunate who must anyway carve a path. But I also sense a mythical gathering of weighted duress that somehow coalesce and together combine to reflect and measure the heaviness that lies upon the man that is struggling through abandonment and unimagined betrayal as his certainty and faith had grown profusely in a blazing fire that is hope and love and all of its girl was related to words and actions and that were presented and delivered to him, and he is not naive, he is not one to commit on a lark, he is not one to mistake frivolity for fact. Rather, he is one that had a suffered past that built a calloused veneer , one that had reached an agreement with conscious to not let hope once again plunge stake into heart, never to let guesses mascaraed as certain, or longing to color vision As to paint triumph on unproven fact , and despite this she seeped through the hardened veneer and reversed his dower acceptance of middling and begged for faith and acted above and beyond what any guess could forecast and his last grain of humanity not for himself but for her was sweetened again with desire she had earned and swore to and convincingly laid herself so vulnerable that her emotional disintegration could only be mitigated if he matched her zeal with dropped defense and all caution fed to storm. He engaged , almost for the sake of feeding all of humanities love Then maniacally and is viscously , like a punished travail pressed by the Satan himself , he had to nod to the fact the disaster that was his greatest fear was his to own and tremble with a companion that desecrated his hope, his humanity and the exploded atoms of his soul.
I consider your points.Nice understanding though.
They weren’t really meant to be points but just a free form impression relayed to the author as it informs
Yeah I know I mean your impression or whatever it is, is just implicitly nice.🙂
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