Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2019
Be my darling! be my Cupid!
It's jovial calling, not morbid.

I am burnt with mundane hit,
Give me relief a little bit.

Is there any purpose or meaning?
Life is nothing but a foolish playing.!

Waiting waiting repelling waiting,
For what I know nothing.

Can you kiss redeeming me?
Make my soul grateful to thee.

Escape me from this selfish earth!
Everything's superfluous despite only dearth!

Are they human having intense thirst?
Can they see unseen tears burst?

I see all around hungry monster,
They look like human but evil sinister.
Nargis Parveen
Written by
Nargis Parveen  F/Bangladesh
(F/Bangladesh)   
100
   Khoisan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems