May these be my last words;
I am tired of telling my tales,
You know not what grows inside;
A storm of dread and deadly gales
Brooks of words flow every day;
From deep within for you my love,
You could have bathed, you could have drunk;
Or a sprinkle, a bend was enough
The sun denies coming through my window;
The clouds hide the moon away,
In the black I write feeling blue;
And wait for you; every morn, every day
But you are nowhere near them;
My words and their lonely cries,
Your absence blackens the sheet white;
And solitary the ink dries
So now I take a sip of your venom;
And wait for my heart to fail,
May these be my last words;
I am tired of telling my tales
Very well written poem Shouvik! Made lovely reading and I like how you started and ended! Very well done. Williams, T.
Another nice write, the emotion displayed in every inch of lines...keep it up Shouvik_Unwritten Soul
Wow! What a poem. Don't make these your last words. Keep sharing. Great work.
May these be my last words...I like it, very deep and emotional! Another great poem! ! !
Wow Shouvik, very deep, very sensual and majestic. Another incredible write! I love it!
The words so struck the feel into my mind; tired of telling tales that taint my thoughts pale... Very well done, Roy! The poem is a good conductor [of emotion]...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! Very sentimental.I love the earnest words.Love itself is associated with deep sentiment.Liked this piece.