The majestic prince with,
red blood flowery forehead,
and the piercing shrewd eyes,
and roaring sharp lips,
from the mightiest hen family;
Lost its pair with a shriek.
The master's prince lost its sleep,
And lullaby can't calm him more.
Thus with morning scream,
our fierceful cock prince
lost his Elysian beauties.
Now in lost yoke's memory,
he had a melancholic scream.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
The cock prince
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Faded smile
Magnificent smile that stole my heart
is no longer in the lips.
Mesmerizing eyes filled with joy
is filled with eyedrops.
Raged mind in search of revenge
was pierced with thorns.
Thorns by the crooked lips,
was with winged falsehood
and wrecked the smile.
Like Venus who wretched the Erotic vision,
magnificent smile is stolen by the jealous.
Now the lips filled with rage,
desires to throw arrows back.
Thus faded smile arose from jovial heart.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Fanciful poppies
The moonlit land filled with poppies
was deprived of human air.
The dark filled arena was pleasant
with the dancing leaves of poppies.
The prosaic worm stay as the king,
and the bloody buds as minstrels.
The dazzling poppies spurn out of buds,
And awaits their victorious trophies.
Demitrus sent them to mesmerise,
but no soul visited them,
as their land was a dream for men.
And in vain they withers off,
with the wish for their new bloom,
for the new journey of Epicurus
to amuse and decades the mankind.
To Pappa
Pappa, I hate you for leaving without a word, Vanishing from our lives, your voice unheard. I hate you for departing with that gentle smile,...
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I blossomed witnessing the blood. I withered witnessing the fire. I warned my buds, Not to bloom To decorate the grave.