The Burnt Memoir Poem by Suvro Bhattacharya
The Burnt Memoir
When the ni8 falls
it falls on her bed
The cover is there
she gone instead!
When dawn breaks
it touched her cheek
Now dawn is pale
she left a hell!
These are the tale
without the end
History runs circle
at every bend!
Yet my Rose bloom
in heart not in room
Only her thorn still
burns skin I feel!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
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4/25/2024 6:53:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a very powerful poem- I like it! yours truly, Claudia Krizay