Yes I am that withered orchid
Who once in time aced the highest bid
Of the popular passion that rumoured me
As the kiddish carefree crimson in glee.
Ever heard of the blossom as uncherished?
Mystic clouds that harboured me perished?
Swayed by fancies and hopes abound
Plucked from the orchard and so lost my ground.
Gloomy, crumbled and of love deprived
Accepted as fate and began the stride
Dreams were lost and motives stead
To the humble glory; which happiness never lead.
Here I come across again to that sapling hope
To re-love love; and plant that orchid by a sweet abode
When the weather this time was calm and aesthetic
Didn't destiny prove to be too pathetic?
YOU ARE READING
when heartbreaks wear an inky veil.
PoetryPenning down amateur poetry which is a tribute to all the heartbreaks I had and overcame. Lost love, failures, anxiety, unrequited longing, sucidial thoughts, disloyalty. No, I don't write my suffering. I write to bid a final goodbye when I muster...
