Lost Poem by Arya Gupta
Lost
Hurt me as you can,
all the lines to cross;
I will just stay silent,
all the words to exhaust.
Saying it was a fault,
out the letters forced;
carrying its own regret,
sugar to taste like salt.
Afraid of the blame,
begging to just sort;
How could we handle,
The situation I bought.
Cold winter evening,
white sparkling frost;
these pages of chaos,
and my poems are lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/19/2024 9:57:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely expressed thoughts and feelings. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched......