Fill my tummy with platters,
While my neighbour's tummy is filled with air.
Let me touch the sky,
When my knight's rook sank in the ocean.
Tune the melodies of celebration,
At the time of drought and sorrow.
And finally
Crown me as your Lord,
Who can never pause the riot
Nor end your miseries,
But,
Praise me with your cracked lips
Adorn me with buds bloomed in your graveyard
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Monday, January 22, 2024
Nameless I
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