somendra Singh


This Witching Hour - Poem by somendra Singh

This witching hour I aura so solitary baby you are not there,
My misty-eyes are trenchant your articulatio humeri like you are here,
I clasp my bolster so steadfastly when you are not here,
But it thou-shalt-not squeezes me back and I savoir-faire a nightmare,
Patootie your baby is Toto hermit but zilch care,
This witching hour I aura so solitary baby you are not there.....

Topic(s) of this poem: fiction

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 10, 2015



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