Pardon Pardon
Sweet love
The lips you longed to kiss
are coated now with vile.
The fire has burned its innocence,
A conspicuous mark
Is left.
While my heart should’ve beaten
For you and you alone,
It suffocates, the smoke
Strangling it.
Your roses, their aroma should’ve
Filled the room, soothed my numbness
And led me
To that drowsy state.
Alas! The fumes have displaced it.
The vicious fumes for your scent.
The incense, I reminisce not.
Only the vile burns.
Pardon pardon sweet love
The innocence
of the heart you loved
is dead.
About Me
- Pramod Mathew
- The search for an answer to the meaning of life is yet to cease.
2 comments:
"Oh, that wretched moment
When I sought something
For the pain, the solitude
and the grief..."
Athevide poyi?
Just tumbled upon it again. Mentioning what I forgot earlier. This is a classic. In every sense. Its everybody's story.
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