Say!
You kill by a thousand cuts?
Veiled
innuendo in far off huts
Amid
pines, breeze and acorn nuts
drifting
sounds of impatient ruts
Oh!
If deaths come with such adore
Myself
shall I, the reaper implore
By
the unicorn be so happily gore
be
writ on walls as a figure of lore
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27 Oct,2k12
Islamabad.
The real beauty of your poem gets highlighted by this beautiful line added in the poet's notes zbout the poem... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the s sound in the first part of the poem in cuts nuts huts and ruts. they feel so musical. The theme is treated well and the flow and rhythm has made it sweeter. Good write