Expedition To An Unknown City - Poem by Vishal Sharma
here, I am now resting besides the graves of my memories
and plucking black flowers grown to their ugly chests
and with a spade, digging the hole to grab all the soil
to rewrite my past, although knowing thats quite impossible.
i am in an unknown city, with my some well wishers,
the city proves to be full of graves and vast skeletons
i cannot rest my legs on them as they are pious remains
and their souls instruct the whole city with their bizzare eyes.
i am unable to decide, why my fate has taken me to this city,
have i done something wrong or just craved for you
and I know my discovery would lead me among one of them
I encountered a virgin soul, weeping on her grave,
she was a beauty and a heartful lady in her best clothes
had no courage to go to her, and asked her what the matter was,
somewhat like she too was feeling what I felt at the beginning
I wish, she might understand the pain of the dark memories
And that city lies in the heap of the dead memories.
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