Samreen Chowdhury

The moon is watching your sinful actions.

What's the guidance?
There's light
There's paths
We have to break it down like its finance
Look up,at the stars
Millions,posing a manner of bliss
Purely appetising
This you can't resist.
I glare at a flower in a vars
Give glimpse that are just like the stars
Why's is it so beautiful?
A simple flower yet so colourful
Can this be the guidance?
My vision is so clear
The mournful moon moans to the clouds and tilts
The moon is not happy,it's 
 breaking the hearts into bits.
My secrets deeply hidden,being aware it's all forbidden
Background violence and sirens.                                   My eyes witnessed this before my body dies

My blood is cold.

Comments3

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Jeff

    Nice work...very well done

  • Augustus

    Such contrast: irresistible bliss and beauty to violent broken pieces. Stop the world I want to get off. Nice.



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