155.Die-Hard Turtle Poem by rajagopal haran

Is it that love is short and oblivion long?
Your infinite vision and indifferent speech
Draining the life out of my bruised body
Like the dew on tip of grass
Ready to fall at the instance of a shake!

Solo in singing and hollow in the heart
Like the rat in its burrow scared of the cat
I shiver in my love wounded far deep
Paining long that I cry, killing all the senses
Want to vanish full like the camphor in the air!

Lips trembling to kiss the far fetched figure
Hands trying to grab the strain and throw it far away
Feet run in random zigzagging without a care
Wanting to break the thinking to kick your memory out
I think more of you and I am lost in the whirlpool



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