Autumn came by ,with her sweeten spirit.
Oh, my willow maiden,
Doth she weep in
Midst of gray grove?
Oh, thy Nature's soul broken
No larks did fly in glee,
Nor bees buzzes o'er blooms
Crickets nor laps on grass,
Happy flowers sighs and stare on.
All October's joys are gone.
Oh , thats how it felt in my heart,
As if I a lonely soul treading on .
All the roads wet and desolate
As curfew
falls and patrol vans strolls .
All those joyful hearts gone sour.
Fear and disease sprayed
Nor do autumnal rain knows
Where it ends.
Locked inside my cozy room
The feeling of the willow maid
In bleeding heart,Come to me.
( I am sorry this part had to be this way, actually autumn is one of the favourite season in part of the country I live, it's time of festival but this year it rained a bit and because of threats of pandemic we don't have a great time and truth be told during covid 19 lockdown I felt this way. I called it sequel though it fits as prequel of willow lass . I tried to mix reality imagination and emotion here )
I accidentally again viewed my work as reader. I am sorry for that it might have 3view , any suggestions how I can reply to comment without clicking my own work?? I really am clueless. Sorry. I am quiet busy right now, next work is coming soon maybe within few days
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My heart's content
Poésiea short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
