What will you gift me dear?
A milk or a poison?
Oh! My heart can accept the both.
Though they both makes me live little longer in this never ending melancholy, milk may spare me from your memories and move on to find oasis of happiness and peace; poison drowns me into alcohol as an antidote to live little longer to requiem your memories.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. Very passionate with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Venkatesh.
Thank you Mr.Chinedu Dike for your comment. I am grateful. if you like, kindly read my poems and give your opinion.