A Cerebropuncture in its way
That every drop of you drain away
For I've to live void your stay
Since you said, we aren't okay
And here goes all my pray
Asking your memories, swept away
No more that man from yesterday
So this is how we are to end our play
And there she stands by
Seeing the one last bye...
The memories are about to lie...
Close and open, my eye
Slowly..., I woke up, asking thy,
'I..., I..., I..., Honey, who am I? '
Very amazing drafting shared here in this interesting context. Wisely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Painful memories, wished to be excised. Thanks, Bhoobalan
Your welcome... And thanks for your time reading..! ! 😊