Woe Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Woe



Sitting under shade of a tree,
I scribble down few words
About love, here I feel free;

Dipping a pen in the ink
Of my blood I write down
As my heart does sink,

Remembering a name that
Left an innocent lover for
The lure of riches and fame.

@ Anil Kumar Panda

Sunday, January 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,sad
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 25 January 2016

Verily, somethings in life are not forgotten easily

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