A radio screams another love-lost song through the frosty air.
The lightening conducts a grand orchestra of tyranny.
A weary cat can be heard hissing in the distance.
A 'lost' teenager finds his ways home in the curfew.
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a sad poem indeed but I will give you 10++ not for the text but for the manner in which you have brought out the sadness. pathos nicely emoted. anjali
My belief in any piece of art is based on hope, light and victory amid the extreme darkness and misery. I'd like to create and appreciate only those kind of creativity that motivates. This poem is just the opposite. I wish the last line of the poem was this: A 'lost' teenager finds his way home in the curfew
A very touching words from heart to pen A weary cat can be heard hissing in the distance. A 'lost' teenager finds his ways home in the curfew. You can hear the beginnings of a quarrel drenching the misty night.