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Wild Rose Oct 2020
Gasping for breath
As I am drowning
In the fathomless
ocean of memories,
That turn peaceful nights
Into dreadful nightmares
My Knees cry out in pain
Every single night,
as I beseech him, the lord
To consign my memories to oblivion.
Wouldn't my heart find a way
to forget them, the memories?
For they are more alive
And breathing than I am.
Wild Rose Oct 2020
What happened? She asked me,
Concerned was she to know,
If I had something to express
For we were in a serious situation.

Yes! My restless heart proclaimed
Shush! ordered the ever rational rival
Both did not expect the excluded intruder
my eyes, disclosing the undisclosed.
They revealed my eternal affection towards her religiously.
I found myself making no attempt to conceal it
For my love was pure and divine.

I had achieved great heights
With the power of her endearment.
My heart sacrificed the feelings of fear and worry,
For she had provided me immense strength.
My legs would follow her shadows faithfully,
Never did they dare complain of weariness.
My fingers flowed endlessly like a river,
Writing poems in the praise of her.

Lost was I,in the dense thoughts of her compassion,
That I failed to realize an answer was expected of me.
Nothing ma’am! I said smiling bashfully.
Completely conscious of my fascination with her,
She bestowed her divine smile upon me.
She ended up making an atheist pray,
For the longevity of their bond.

Separated are we now ,
With the sinful intervention of fate
But the memories of her warm smile,
Continues to thaw my  frozen heart,
Every single time that I am remembered of them.
Wild Rose Oct 2020
The mountains envy not,
of the coalescing clouds,
For he loves her little raindrops dearly,
And nurtures it into a heavenly waterfall.

The shores abhor not,
The Devouring tides of the blue ocean ,
For he forgives every mistake
his lover;The moon commits.

The river weary not,
In the search for his lovers depths,
For he loves her piquant nature,
And her incessantly persistent waves .

The bee exasperated not,
Of the rose’s dearth of nectar,
For he found pleasure in caressing
her delicate petals and thorns.

The sun enraged not,
Over the distance that separates them,
For he always finds a way,
To bring light to the moon.

— The End —