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
I wonder, Why it had to be you? Why not a frame of white dust, Sent from the fortitude by Diana, Resides in the hutch of my heart - To pacify my soul into an effigy of melting mirth?
Why not a vessel of bitter bile Of the eternal animosity, That shall pluck the blossom of the elate, That was blooming into a bud, In the eternal parched shore of my heart, With its acerbity?
I wonder, Why it had to be you? Why not a thorn of cactus, That bore the vehemence of torrid cruelty, To let my heart fathom - The misery of this soil and the smell of toil?
Why not the boiling Aral Sea, That is subliming like fragile fog- Leaving the creations to perish in the salt smeared element, Which is not anymore the molten pacifier? I quest to fathom their ache, Their dyspnea, Not the ache of my burning soul. I long to escape from this hollow cajole.
I wonder, Why it had to be you? Why not the cry of the soul - Caged by the shackles of affliction Withering from the harrowing grief, Like the agonized burning leaf?
Why? Screams my heart, I wish this soul goes numb, And the dolour no longer maul - My untouched soul like an ogre; And let thy being fly from woe's thrall.
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