I was on my way back to my land.
Tired and exhausted.
But walking and walking.
Then I saw a human,
A very beautiful human.
Unique work of Creator,
A master piece.
A man with beautiful hair,
Too much beautiful.
His lips were ripe as berries in June and were as red as a red rose.
His eyes were closed but I knew,
I knew beautiful eyes were hiding underneath those beautiful eyelids.
His skin,so fresh,
Flawless and was shining.
But what I saw next,
That disturbed me.
Why that gorgeous guy was shirtless?
Why was he lying on that hard floor?
Every passerby was looking at his half naked body with lustful stares.
But why was he Shirtless?
Does he like lustful stares using his angelic body.
And why was he on that hard floor,
Cuddling his both legs.
I sighed,
I think I will never get my answers because he was sleeping.
I took my cloak,
And wrapped his beautiful body.
Ah! His body was cold.
I want to help him more,
But I am unable.
I have to go now,
I have to go to help my brothers in battle field.
I have to travel.
But I am happy I met a human.
A beautiful human.
By- Jestover M. D.
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Feel of Pain
PoetryThese are the emotions I feel. I poured my feelings in these poetries. This is the book of pain. There is a twin brother of this book. The name of that book is 'Song of Joy'. Read them and comment and vote if you like them.
