By
Peermasthan BADUSHA in
Poetry |
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She called me!
Yes, she spoke.
She remembers my name!
Yes, she uttered.
She stood in front of me.
Yes, she wiped my tears.
She stopped me from Wailing!
Yes, she truly cares.
I wasn't a garbage or shit.
Yes, she embraced me.
My words were not dead!
Yes, she quoted some lines. Read More...
Published on Apr 11,2020 02:22 PM
By
Peermasthan BADUSHA in
Poetry |
Reads: 235 |
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In a white empty sheet,
You are coloured-blue.
From ‘Oblivion Curse’,
I have freed you.
Visit my grave at least now,
With garland or garbage that’s up to you.
Find the decomposed ME,
Mixed with the soil,
Completely! Completely!
Now, don’t get shocked.
My last-date in tombston Read More...
Published on Apr 11,2020 02:21 PM
