2004 Poetry

She has searched everywhere

dug the grave of lovebirds

who used to spatter penna

to the cold wind hiss

There was nothing, no hint of

where she could get it because

the one that she so after is sodden

with oil and could not embrace

forever nor stay a little longer

Even today, the road is nebulous

her mind loafs in the shrine of hope

looking up, darkness stretches further

still no orisons can be heard

only the cacophony of thoughts

for a love wanting to get a hold

Author's Notes/Comments: 

dedicated to all the singles..... ;o)

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jgupta's picture

Single idea often plague the dual mind. Well written dedication!