How shall I soothe, how shall I stop
This screeching scorching pain,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .
Beneath the black blur
My tears turn tough
My moans mix in mist,
My ride remains rough . . .
Waxed is my soul,
Stained, no longer sane,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .
simply lovely :) :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful! could feel every word of it.
ReplyDeleteNice to know that you think so :)
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ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteWell Written
ReplyDeleteSWEET :) :)<3
Nice work... You hv depicted the emotions really well
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Shreyans :)
ReplyDelete@Jaspreet I love that you enjoyed it, thanks a lot.
ReplyDelete@Sino @SONY thanks a lot friends for reading, your comments propel me to write more.
ReplyDelete@Moon-shine So sweet of you to say that my friend. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteIf you guys get time, you can read some of my small poems at my blog:
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And please leave your kind comments if you like some poems there.
I too will go and visit each of your blogs and would love to read some stuff there.
Dont go out my friend,
ReplyDeleteIf you are so soft
to melt in a rain,
because then what will you do
under the scorching sun?
Hey Doctor buddy thanks for the advice,
ReplyDeleteOutside is a place I won't go,
And as you know, it isn't that nice,
When you know that there's a lot more than you know.