humble effort.................
She had a sinking type pensive and sad feel
As if her blood being sucked by a sharp needle
Like pinch by talon limbs of spider with zeal.
As that of light kissing moth with rush as riddle
With serpentine type of clasps of darkened black
She continued to move to that pain and fiddle.
Muttering all prayers and not being slack
With incoherent whispers for blurred future
She still fought her wars of unrest without lack.
Her lost soul wandered hollow in deep torture
And shuddering with raged anger rivulets
She thought for dream end like a moth in rapture.
Why life can’t be like a bee singing couplets?
Why are there depressive ends with blood droplets?
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Comments: 13
This is a masterpiece revealing the exceptional 'quality of character' in you, manoj.
Thanks Cat Givens.
Barbra ... My dear friend, your comments sing sweet songs for me. Thank you.
John... I am overwhelmed. Thank you dear for your wonderful comments.
Carolyn