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Freshman - 1,033 Points (29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

Hope full then less!

the paramour came like a gust of wind
that ruffled the wilt petals of
the rusted rose in my withered garden!
my sea of sands with many dusty dunes
turned an ocean with shore-kissing breakers!
and the Sun- like love glittered the billows!
the cobweb nets gave way to the cozy nest
built in the bosom by the weaver mind`s golden bill!
doting hopes were wildly raised
and came up like a huge useful pile!
who could say that you`d leave
leaving me in the lurch amidst grief!
alone I am yet alive
holding still the ancient hive!
bent on gathering old-new poems
that`ll cover me like the honorary shroud
as I`ll be buried deep under all the earthy qualms!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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  • Rookie - 39 Points Malini Kadir (12/17/2013 1:34:00 AM)

    the title drew me to read your poetry.....and the contents did not disappoint...
    ..the paramour came like a gust of wind
    that ruffled the wilt petals of
    the rusted rose in my withered garden! i liked these wordings of use.... (Report) Reply

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