That little body of a decaying mayfly
almost burnt from the summer heat
someone traipsed on it. Crunch
my heart and its bone
brittle and weak
we both break like the hammer
on a chocolate bar, a gorilla accidentally
stepped on a mini pickle stashed jar. But
unbeknown of the tragedy, lost in my own
tsunami, to escape the ruin I squander
your love,
my pearl
out of the window. Little broken ivories
scatter mercilessly on the fragmented corpse. Sunlight
graze them like dew stars shining odd
decorating the black hole. Somehow a worm
crawls over the pile of bad omen
to reach its home underneath that soil, without cajole.
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Sometimes your writings became enigma !! And beauty of it seeks decoding 😊😊 and in between उस गोरिल्ले ने जार तोड़ दिया😊
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Thank you!
I appreciate you hold them in such high esteem. Though same goes for your work too.:))
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😊😊💐💐 happy holi ji
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Aapko bhi. Happy Holi 🙂
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Damn gorilla. >:-I
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Hehe
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This is good..especially the last paragraph about going into the soil
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Thanks Kalyan! Glad you like it. :))
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Hey, GREAT to see you posting again. And the high standard of your lovely,poetry remains. I love this one. All the best to you.
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Hey girl!
Thank you. It’s so good to be back here and hear from you. Hope you are doing well. ☘🍁
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Thankyou. I am SO glad to see you back. Have missed your writing. I am doing okay thankyou. Snow here though! Yuk!
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Snow.. hahaha
It seems cold has changed directions. We are at the onset of summer here.
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And you get it VERY hot where you are. Enjoy!
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You enjoy the snow too 😉
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