The Face Not Receding In My Heart. Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Come up in my mind, like a, mountain spring!
And honeyed words with, ease you sling.

Thousands of odes I scrawled in my heart;
amidst, shocking thunders, fiercely wrought!
But, God never ditched me to, hurt and fall.
Oodles of sadness couldn't me maul……………(Come up…………spring)

You didn't know my wail of despair
and, canards shot by the smirching, snipers!
I never jostled even your breath
and lay in wait they to spill my blood.
(Come up......….spring.)
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