Awsaaf Ali

Rookie - 30 Points (27th August 1997 / Hyderabad, India.)

Death: Iv - Poem by Awsaaf Ali

Strings o' de'd piano singeth,
Voices beaneth its heart, expelleth,
Movin' sadness o' my grave, murmureth,
Coffin o' t'se broken love weep'th,
Every pint o' her voice, serene tasteth,
Every drop o' her saliva, my lips t'en consumeth,
Eyes h've I open'd, memories t'se,
Enigmatic'ly disappeareth,
Hairs o' mine, tranquil breeze pusheth,
Words within my mouth, die in t'at war o' silence,
Shrinketh bosom o' mine, fume exposeth,
Yet the requiem, w'th victorious head o' silence, stoppeth hath not,
Burstin' blisters on fingers o' mine, squeezeth the throat o' thy piano.


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  • Rookie - 421 Points Shania K. Younce (3/24/2014 11:08:00 PM)

    This poem has a good flow. Bien! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014


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