V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

Let My Ash


Burn me and keep me burning
Until the desire in me sleeps
Let your spark turn me into ash
So that no pain can again creep

Oh wind of sorrowful breath!
Let me sprinkle on the rumbles
Where my beloved steps ahead
To hold her if ever she stumbles

Oh wind of sorrowful breath!
Help me scatter my ashes
Where my beloved steps ahead
To hold her as she passes

Let my ash hold her to my heart
If it is broken for some betrayal
And convinced her very tenderly
If she is gloomy for some denial

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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Composed on March 02,2014

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  • Tanya Gupta (3/2/2014 5:41:00 AM)

    very nice poem mr.mahur....truely inspirational always be writng poems like this and keep inspiring.........thanks (Report) Reply

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