Nira’s Tale Of Love Xii - Poem by Tuna Biswal
Nira’s Tale of Love XII
‘Akash came’, ‘Sam gone’, even Rosy was there,
Others un-recollected; the mayhem of youth was her.
When She felt its arrival as a liaison,
Fading colors of youth was on.
With these She ventured alone,
Needed another shadow to live upon.
Sought others for burning desire,
For which flow of life was in despair.
She could hear at a distance was Her mourn;
Tears rolling on her cheeks were Her own.
Ceased instincts react to surfeit her soul;
Pleased senses forfeit her to crawl.
Every second life could be her day;
Barked relentless reaching at bay.
Whole human would suffer,
So, How Man would differ?
Linger, anger, hunger and instinct;
Eager, meager, malinger and distinct.
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