Poem -

A wish to tomb

A wish to tomb

 

What priceless gift can i give 

you to cherish till grave...

All my possessions are divided

between him and her.....

Thoughts about a token made

 my nights sleepless ....

My apprehensions surrounded

around  this souvenir ...

Engrossed in this reflection my 

nights turned into day...

My rotten flesh worthless

for you to possess....

Owned by an arrhythmic heart 

which await to rest....

Churned in this reality I regretted

over my helplessness...

Perplexed in your appeal for

a present to cherish..

Wandered frenetically to fulfill

 your wish to tomb.....

  .

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Poetess Piusha Singh,

Usage and adoption of words and phrases in this verse are very simple compared to your other verses, The verses takes us to a distant deserted areas of death, despair and the grave yard, The image selected is very ideal and appropriate. My applause, My vote, Favorited and reserved for my column POET'S PEN

  • My rotten flesh worthless
  • for you to possess....
  • Owned by an arrhythmic heart 
  • which await to rest....
  • Churned in this reality I regretted
  • over my helplessness...

Love & Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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