#musketeers
She had meteoroids falling from her mouth
when she spoke, a wish waiting
to be granted, and she murmured
to the young Adonis: forget me not,
and he, bare-faced, beautiful, perhaps
more than she, held her in his arms
as if she were Aphrodite herself
and promised: forget me not.
He always said the planets
aligned when they met, the sun
alight in her laugh and the moon
alive in her smile of darkness;
and he, alabaster, like a work
of Duquesnoy, shattered as the meteor crashed
through his love, terracotta rooftop,
the forget-me-nots burning, his hands stained like merlot.
And the girl with bluebell eyes,
stars on her tongue, teeth like the milky way,
looked to the angel-faced boy and hissed:
forget me not.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
This world is full of musketeers to cheat
They wear very many faces on the street
Their actions are soft with talk so sweet
This is how they attack on and try to beat
Simple and innocent people are their victims
These are their traditions and their customs
How can solve stupids these conundrums
Hence for their protection they seek asylums
What is this equation of just wise and fools
These misrules create and promote modules
Life should be guided by justice and rules
For all can we be able to open same schools
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC