I stood by the rusty railings,
of the huge cranking gate-
my gaze,
fixed on the branches all so brown;
often, bare and naked.
Seldom ornamented of-
a dangling leaf so very dry.
.
So very resembling of my lips-
A smile wry,
of the corners of my soul so dry.
Thirsty am I? -
stretching my hands;
but your water is of no use;
monsoon is awaited-
a long way off;
for now, hail brings her spines.
.
I shall stand by the tree,
looking forward-
to the thirst, that burns within
looking forward-
for you to bring me a smile
that smells of spring.
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
