Looking at the waning moon,
lying to myself.
Owling at the age-old photos
of togetherness.
Venting my anger out on,
the poor house cat.
Eating the memories of us in
the dark chamber of heart.
I try to find some hope,
believing you would come,
My poor heart cheers for you.
But only I know that, those
cheers are dying down.
Darkness took your place,
when I saw your amber eyes,
Turn loveless and dead...
-Devimanju Mohan.
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PoetryHi friends...This is my first book. But this is not a book,Haha because this is a compilation of my poems and thoughts which I have written when I felt bored or inspired. This book contains my English poems while the other book in my profile has my...
