Poetry

The Goodbye

Me alone in the golden hour without my own gold With a sense of regret and my emotions uncontrolled, Mocking the preconception that men don’t cry My heart full of sorrow and wail in the sky. End of the hour and start of the painful night Convincing my restless mind that she was right, Desires

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Tree’s Longing

A village so serene, a tree branched and long Poet in a paddock with crops and bong, The tree straight with sense of silence Imagining the human’s greedy violence, Feeling the calm morning delight And the soothing ambience of night, Seeing hordes of people expressing elation and Dejection There’s the mind of tree wishing all

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