The Blues.. Poem by Aashish Rai

The Blues..



Night often shoves

Once in repose,

Blues devour my dream

Leaving depthless

Imparting green woes,

Yet still my morn

finds me whole

And at each breathing

I flow by the cold scent

Absolutely in my dare-desire.

Sunday, March 25, 2012
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