Days Of Sorrow Poem by nanditha srinivasa
Days Of Sorrow
This was the day,
For once I knit with jute
My veins were alive, via not a dropp to flow
Pleaded did I, for my sun was to go.
Blurring and blurring across
Every eye sight straight,
My love was leaving, freezing me out plain.
And then I flew, back
To the darkness that belonged,
For no one but me
Counting hours, as seconds they were
Helped me less;
For my soul had passed.
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