Nishank MMM Poems

Too long and too silently have I suffered,
from this punishment, the world calls life.
The only escape I now know and seek,
is in the glistening blade of my knife.
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Its been ages and I still can't get over it -
That urge - a mad rush - to be with you.
To evaporate and condense again on your skin,
Clinging onto your petals like the morning dew.
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A green carpet spread beneath my feet,
and a sepulchral dome of blue above…
I stood pondering over our equation with nature
and everything that fills her treasure trove.
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