Embrace poetry as your bosom pal, and
swim in an exquisite linn of emotions
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✒️ An anthology of poetry and a garland of
lines concocted in my reveries .
🌹 Cover Credit : @D. Lawliet
You are lost, Like the petals of a dead rose. Your essence has departed, Like the waned leaf. Your spirit has ebbed away, Like the shallow water waves. Your verve has faded, Like a soul so jaded.
Why are you so shrunk? What made you knackered and whacked? Is it that same pernicious ivy - That had extracted your vitality? And made you a red porcelain statue - Not anymore the jovial embodiment of alacrity?
Is that Ivy still throttling you, Taking away your breath of freedom? Are you still shackled by this society, That is taking away your autarky - Confining you in a doom of void-gaiety?
I beseech thee Belle Break this shackle, And fly away like dead petals of a rose; Not as meek as those petals, But free like them, And sting like the rose thorn On the hands that make you torn.
Do you know wench How pretty thou art? Is it to get ravished by hyenas? No - I claim with roar. Your rosy beauty is fragile, But the concealed thorns behind the rose petals are not. The thorns are shrieking - being left repudiated.
It's time woman - dear dead rose, Rise from your ashes, Be the Phoenix ; Burn them with your blaze, While letting your rosy beauty still amaze eyes. But never relinquish the thorn, When your enervated soul is made, To get buried with lies.
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