Bottle Of Tears Poem by Bhanu Siva Krishna

Blanket of dreams on my way
Bottle of tears in my stay
Blazers are burning over my heart
Movement of misery in every part

Where to go in these ways
What to do in this bullet pace
Where to live in this immoral place
When to die in these ill-advised days

I have some lacerate
Made up of lyrics
I mean I have some skin
Made up of stanzas

Even If you are not interested to know
I want to take a say and make you obey
That I bended like a bow
To release the arrow

Into the golden taro
And I left the abstracted noun sorrow
To prove my prodigy
Which echo my poetry.