glorious alice

Rookie (5-11-1978 / India)

I Lost The Invaluable Gift - Poem by glorious alice

I loved her lot
The custom spat me with a violent virus.
Words stayed for a while to say a good bye
To her.
My heart even pilled with curses
To my incapability.
I never parted my sweet heart –but
My soul stood a bit far her meek heart.
Though she accepted be a deleted version
My imperceptible words would wreck me for long.
Who made this bloody custom?
I became victim of so.
My kisses to her were vain –and
My hugs to her warm chest still saw blind.
My fingers never touched her divine face,
There was no chance to her shyness to raze my smugness.
Millions of miles of our scroll ended with a mile
Oh…..I am toothless.
She wanted to restore the version –yet
I was stubborn
Because I was a coward pig.
I did not want to find my invaluable gift
It must not be mine….please
Use a most brutal weapon to pulverize my heart
And eat with patient sitting.
Come to my end –and
Let your heart vomit the bitterness at my deserted soul
And, stamp with your fragile legs on my hapless heart.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009



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