Hungry was the street
Lying before me
Thirsty was the soul
Helping guiding me.
Unwired Dickensian slum
smiling nearby
On low tune satire
Whispered- ‘love kills and heals’.
My legs bewildered,
My sense unnerved,
My head stooped,
Yet, my thirsty soul guided me.
My legs had to reach me
To far woods
To kiss the grave of my other-half
And let her know-her lost son found.
Alas! I met her
With, all skeleton scattered
Grave broken and torn
And the wedding ring stolen.
Alas! I met her With, all skeleton scattered Grave broken and torn And the wedding ring stolen...so touchy poem and i was moved by pain iit...lovley creation....do visit and keep on writing....10 read mine mary to marry and bidding farewell
Beautifully expressed. Words are meaningfully scattered around the verses.
very well written, a bit negative, nothing wrong wtih that, nice to read, great job
Beautiful Poem. Loved It especially this line 'Unwired Dickensian slum'.10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unbelievable discovery at the end of a brave quest-to bring good news in circumstances obviously dire and troubled to the dead. What depths had people sunk to that even the dead had not been respected! A well written poem that took great courage to write.May the spirit of your loved one departed reach out to you in the love that was and will always be between you.