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Nov 2020
Have u heard the final calling of the Cuckoo
Before the sun sets.

Have you heard the eerie wind  blowing
In the most derelict of the ruins

There is a sense of loss.
There is that painful understanding of no return.

And here it is
My Swan song, I decide to write no more

My best words always  followed
The worst of my pain.

Now there cant be more of this.
I stare at the abyss.. the dismal darkness

This was a world where I shed my masks.
This was a stage, where I stood stark naked.

Now there cant be more of this.
I stare at the storm.. like a crumbled piece of paper

And before I leave this stage, I would like to announce
Life is "an ugly son of *****"

Here is it my folks
Here is  my swan Song, I decide to write no more
I decide to write no more. This will be my last piece of poetry.
Written by
YAYATHI  37/M/Kerala, India
(37/M/Kerala, India)   
18
   Diya
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