Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Angst

Bereft of love, this a soulless body
Breathing its last, the end is now at doorstep

As a rosebud is thirsty, for the first morning sunlight
I have been forever, a peacock parched for rainfall

This is always, this not normal
This melancholy in heart
I say not thunder, I say not water
This is simmering fire



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