This is my first poem ever. Which means it's like five years old when I was still at school. So please excuse all the immature phrases, out of place references and stuff like that.
We sat throughout in the class,
And found but that it had no bass,
Had no ears, but just a mind,
Full of thoughts, rude and kind.
Glorying the old moments,
Regretting the bad omens,
Together in a class,
With two bench-gap, it has.
Longed to talk to her,
Wished to go side by her,
Can I? I asked her in the break,
She asked my heart for her, to break.
Then, we went merrily in the eve,
Never had she loved me, I believe,
I thought about the deadly plight of,
Those lovers, who love, but then fight.
Myself prided I upon this luck,
On content above sorrow-sick,
Merriment crosses grief that night,
Better had I acquired, I might.
Ordered was I to back off,
On hearing what, my heart fell off,
A terrific beat, blood froze,
In the vessels, but soon I rose.
Too sincere, I know, I was,
I obeyed her, with tears in mass,
Heard her scolding, my breath holding,
I didn't fight back, we were striding.
It has become half-way now,
Leave her, I thought, I may now,
Asked her a reason; nothing said she, but how?
Cast I a smile, a last one, with eternal love.
I let her go, only know you love her then,
Going in the rain, how you miss the sun,
Hating the road, when you miss home and kin,
Strided back I, missing her, I had been.
Shed my eyes on the way back in drops,
Thinking of my plans in love-all flops,
Swallowing a fact that I lost all hopes,
Nothing could dry those eyes-no mops.
Waited I for a weary night,
Hoping to be gone, as I might, I was:
A dreamer at day, a thinker at night,
Recounted misfortunes for me to weep,
Decided to do it, thinking deep,
Laid myself on bed, to eternal sleep.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
