Echoing whispers and silent tears
These emotions you so despise
Unsuppressed calamity of secret fears
No more shall arise, I apologize…
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Hero comes in the night in the vague attempt of making love.He was contested saying had he brought for you gallons of petrol for the wings to fly like butterfly.You will literally consume lot of energy then.But poetically you can have a good sleep of normalcy when a night is illuminated.Everybody does the same.I like the twist of heroes fate-You are mystery, perpetual pleasure to his riches of oil replaced with luckless plight.USA thinks like you.-We need not your bellydancers, we need your oil..Well written.Heart-rending comic and satirical though.
Nicely expressed feeling of joy and sorrow of mate. He cannot keep away for long keep open heart's gate. Nice poem.
Nisha, These are the feeling of high intensity. The way you blended illusion and real-time hero is phenomenal. This poem appealed to my heart. Simple words, Smooth flow of thoughts! Teriffic!
But every tear flowing out your eyes Gift it to me; sadness, so joy i can assure For I’m your guardian angel in disguise You’re a mystery, a perpetual pleasure.. You are my guardian angel. a perpetual joy. very fine expressions of love and desire. tony