" A traumatic old man "

Shlokkumar

Oh! my beloved

Without thou I am like a dud man in this rangy world.

Mine condition is like a beggar without a goblet ,

Like a flower without fragrance,

Like a body without chromatin,

Oh! dear God forgive me,

And return my beloved to this sombre life of mine.

My time travel is becoming arid, bittersweet.

Day by day I am getting numb,

It feels like mine whole body has become paralysed without her.

Oh ! Oh ! Cruel God

Account mine love,

Why don't thou understand mine anguish, I don't know how to live without her,

In mine unabridged life I have only learnt to love stogy and her,

I have forgotten what is the eventual purpose of mine life?

Send her into my soul and aloof me from this insidious world.

My soul is in anguish more than that azoic bird,

I got it in a moment by the ruth of gosh, allah.

Send my soul with mine beloved to empyrean, where we will offer thou a rosary of flowers with

our blood, our pain, our tears.

Don't chasten me with that bloody whip, cruel God,

My only audacity was that I loved her

My soul is in agony, have ruth on me

Listen to the screams of my beloved, the voice of her soul

You will hear her helplessness, the voice of her dissociation from mine.

I am scared in this murk room, thine Janitor are appal me with their screams,

Let me hear just one breath of mine beloved,

Have ruth on this child of gosh,

I want to plosive her before I die,

My pious tears are now quirking into black tears.

Mine breathing is getting heavy, my heart beats are becoming fast

I don't need any treatment,

Give me her breath, her fragrance, her heartbeats of life.

Return my beloved on mine last journey.

The blinking of my blepharon is vindication mine every breath,

Murk is making its home in these eyes,

Mine breaths still sensate thou,

O brutal butcher God,

Have ruth on me now.

The emblem of whip are reviving mine amour,

Every emblem is pleading for her,

Mine body is being torn into pieces by this agony,

Now you come, my beloved come back.

A vox was heard nervy in the room,

I was slumbering next to my beloved,

And abruptly the author kissed his beloved,

And hugged her,

Beloved said to him, honey !

don't be afraid, it's just a dream ,

They both kissed each other and started smiling,

And a hurting wound abruptly turned into relief.

  • Author: Shlok kumar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2024 21:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: The fantasy is about old man Jack who suffers from separation from his transgender friend Depp. And he is praying to God and his cruel angel not to kill him for his mistakes because he is mindless and sick. You'll read his thoughts and more in this short story, What Happened to Depp and an Old Traumatized Man...
  • Category: Fantasy
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