Drain all lament before I smile
Woe will pertain me for a while
I'm searching reasons for your abscence
I'm blaming myself from the day since
The day since I lost touch with you
Burning my heart to hear the real hue
Inseparable ends of world I thought
No matter the length of distance to watch
To watch before the sea meets the sky
When I see let no flower speak the lie
Moon attracts the Earth, it doesn't claim
I hear the tides sobbing for the same
The same what happens to the wind.
Which keeps on blowing until fades away the tint
In search of an oasis amidst the desert
Of want, soon before it founds itself tethered.
The word which meant indeed the purpose
Fulfilling the role of being the worthless
The word encapsulating all woe and agony
Lament is he called who sings in harmony.
~AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
