Poem -
Visitor is missing
From an expression still
Scorching in my throat-
It is better to engrave than die;
With my fractured fingers;
I unlocked my memories;
The doors of the perished window;
Yesterday scribbled on a piece of paper.
The visitor is missing leaving the foot ware behind
Life too retreated after searching for a while in vain.
We alone remain at the end like rusted old vessels
The struggling love strangles us with creeping in memories.
Though we close the door mutually like this
The bonds of life and beyond call us back again.
A beat in the closed room within the heart
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Sir williamsji, could you ever so kindly explain this write to me, I've failed to understand exactly, thank you sir xx
Dear Nardine,
DEATH came in the form of a visitor, but disappeared after a while. This is the theme which is dormant in the below lines. Thanks for asking questions. You are flourishing as a wonderful Poetess in COSMO site. My congrats and love to you dear.
Love, regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI