Magic Nostrum Poem by Diwakar Bhatt

Alone I am with oozing wounds of heart,
Severed totally, I think my most loved part.

Sobs turned into cries still unheard,
No sympathy, no care but being cursed.

Love suffocated beneath the heap of hatred,
Dying painfully like an alive being interred.

Morbid soul restless despite really repentant,
Follies of the past even jeopardize the present.

Disdain, ire and only hate I perceive,
So much for a few mistakes make me grieve.

Neither a felon nor a fiend I was,
But miseries befall to torment without pause.

O! my savior, the fair maiden I call,
Come! hold this distraught before a fall.

In the name of love once we shared and reared,
Touch me again with passion you ever dared.

Not I am asking you for an impossible feat,
Take a few steps for the sake of old love sweet.

Make my heart rejoice to be cured fast,
Let love be the magic nostrum in life's last.