Weeds Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Weeds
I did all the sordid deeds,
Allured by the weeds
Of sin I sought
In my land of drought.
What Glittered in this world;
I thought of all as gold.
In lust, dreams I planted
And in impurities I enchanted.
Nothing did I harvest
As I was a malignant pest
Flown are the pool of remorse
As a ransom over the pot of curse
I wished to be a good seed
But my barren mind is dead.
Guilt, shame, despair....they run so deep in this poem. I have been following your poets page and you are masterful. You leave me both speechless and breathless. Sigh.........
Packed with lesson, cohesion with attraction...all materials you mixed resulting a great product...Excellent write Vipins, i love it :) _Unwritten Soul
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5/17/2024 7:44:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes negative sad of life is described here by in an artistic manner by our arcane poet! A rare display of imagery. A thunderous applause for writing this poem Vipins!