alireza asgari

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The Left Of Me - Poem by alireza asgari

This story is short
Don't worry about it
Never see my corpse again
My grave too
I'm a missed name
Among your papers
In the bin
My words, one by one, died of your scorning
You scorned me
My pride
My love
My being
You killed me
Over a night
It was fall
Heard your rustling
Heard cries of poor leaves
Cause you
Your march
On them
You buried me
Over a twilight
Felt your affection
Through kicking my corpse into the hole
Felt your love
Through the curses shouted at me
You remembered me
It was a sunset
Sat on a chair face to sea
While smoking me
While killing my left memories
You was relaxed
Staring at the waves
And buried all the left of me...

Comments about The Left Of Me by alireza asgari

  • Gajanan Mishra (8/24/2013 12:21:00 PM)

    killing memories, good one, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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