Guillotine (Revised) Poem by Sathya Narayana
Guillotine (Revised)
Her heart is a guillotine
Alas once placed I, mine
Out rolled, two pieces anon
The time-doctor was cool
Cobbled the two halves with his spool
My fake pride daubed some smile unguent
But remained raw that fatal lesion
With clotted blood's red stains
Reminding me the worst ever let down
Well! Never enough of the learned lesson
This fool of a heart still moans in pain
Pines frantically for a love sign
Of what virtue is it’s reckon
From a cloudless empyrean
Expecting a soothing rain
a very strong write... convincing....so sad... its like being hurt to the deepest...but still expecting something Great write, Sir....it has the power to make us read with awe... and heart to feel the strong pain.... 10+++
Nice one though very sad Sathya, I like your guillotine metaphor,
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4/23/2024 2:44:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a very strong write... convincing....so sad... its like being hurt to the deepest...but still expecting something Great write, Sir....it has the power to make us read with awe... and heart to feel the strong pain.... 10+++ Maia