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Whispers tell me the tale of my grave, Withholding the irony that I m still alive, A piece of blanket is all I crave, Moulding my sorrows in tearful delight, I ponder ,that am i walking the same street, That u paved , That went to our destiny , the shrine of the woman Who died young n brave , Where the clock ticked three, Dawn as it was, Sand still carving my bare feets, Merlyn, u r still the best mother U left me , it was fate But still in the skies , As I look away the moon, I see stars To be or not to be alive in the moment , Still with the glimmer of hope That they are with me, Mother , now no one feeds me here No one gives me warmth As we still don't have blankets Times goes n goes by, No flesh no bones no eye remains All remains is your shrine With me thinking u beneath Listening to my cries Mother, u there? Cause I know you are not Beneath the stones Lies a body Still cold with stiches n knots I still remember your blue skin That was never blue Holding that head Caressing those hair And you slept til eternity Last time u were that close to me Now As I row my boat in deeds Full of misery I see mist Ceasing my sight Slowly draining me To the corner of my mind I still hate to visit
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Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
Dead Merlyn
Whispers tell me the tale of my grave, Withholding the irony that I m still alive, A piece of blanket is all I crave, Moulding my sorrows in tearful delight, I ponder ,that am i walking the same street, That u paved , That went to our destiny , the shrine of the woman Who died young n brave , Where the clock ticked three, Dawn as it was, Sand still carving my bare feets, Merlyn, u r still the best mother U left me , it was fate But still in the skies , As I look away the moon, I see stars To be or not to be alive in the moment , Still with the glimmer of hope That they are with me, Mother , now no one feeds me here No one gives me warmth As we still don't have blankets Times goes n goes by, No flesh no bones no eye remains All remains is your shrine With me thinking u beneath Listening to my cries Mother, u there? Cause I know you are not Beneath the stones Lies a body Still cold with stiches n knots I still remember your blue skin That was never blue Holding that head Caressing those hair And you slept til eternity Last time u were that close to me Now As I row my boat in deeds Full of misery I see mist Ceasing my sight Slowly draining me To the corner of my mind I still hate to visit
How can we say that when someone is dead we only feel sorrow it is soo generalized but rather it is a mixture of emotions that erupts in us as we go deep with our thinking
#death#mother
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15/M/India
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
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