I wanna let you
go back, Not
this time,
I swear.
Gone're the days
you came last time,
the tender breast
of autumn
bleeding shrunk die.
The steady flowing
spring in the rains
facing menopausal fate.
The barren mountain
harboring
the fetus of greenery
hard conceived
in the womb
is blastedly aborted
by the corporate bomb.
Bird at total eclipse
swirling reverse threatened
bump into
pole of uncertainty.
My motif was
never to
let you go back.
The butterfly
at teens
losing the wings
in a blatant blood shed
let you go back.
The lover at the
red corridor
longing for
virgin air
shot dead.
I wanna let you
go back, Not this time.
Gone are the days
you came last time.
beautiful ten points plus imagery lovely let NOT her now ever go good flow
The butterfly at teens losing the wings in a blatant blood shed let you go back.it was a very beauti ful poem.thanks for shairing
Thanks for your love and kind comment for the poem.I loved it.Binaya
Excellent..! Fascinating poetic imagination. I loved the way it is penned..!!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The steady flowing spring in the rains facing menopausal fate.Good imagination.