The sun
Did not rise that day.
The news channels reported,
A cosmic catastrophe.
I felt it too
It was a warm glow
Fading, never to return.
Darkness
And a pile of forbidden songs and scents
All with a life of their own
Haunting, mocking.
I could only turn and run
For the sun
Will never rise again.
Did not rise that day.
The news channels reported,
A cosmic catastrophe.
I felt it too
It was a warm glow
Fading, never to return.
Darkness
And a pile of forbidden songs and scents
All with a life of their own
Haunting, mocking.
I could only turn and run
For the sun
Will never rise again.
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ReplyDeleteI can feel the pain. Profound as it is.
Beautiful poem!!
ReplyDeletei dont endorse the feeling, but the words are beautiful! 'you' is just a phase, what is more important is that we dont stop the rotation or revolution cos there are others depended on our rotations :)
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