The Poemotion Poem by Suyash Saurabh Singh

This world a cemetary,
and me a solitary grave,
each relation is as temporary, as the roaring growling wave...

Tides are many but none last long,
like the relations we have with us,
but both of them when go strong,
they end with a gusty gush...

You often think that what went wrong,
the reason is nothing great,
its the immortality of mortality,
of the mortal's fussy fate...

Change is like the only thing,
that really never change,
brains and veins and everything,
get beyond the relations range...

Hands get lock, of the life's clock,
and so get the twitter in birds,
the means get block of the revealing talk,
so get the glittering words...

I've got this point about every joint,
but life isn't free of fears,
the tweets are shuts and branches cut,
of the mighty tree of cheers...

Each relation is as temporary,
as the roaring growling wave,
This world a cemetary and me a Solitary grave...