My Empire Of Sorrow Poem by abu tarek md tahsin
My Empire Of Sorrow
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Ophelia
Tonight the streets are busy
The long tails of cars
Looks so pretty
Ophelia
Tonight the wind is a whirling gust
While the rain is blistering cold
And the long dots of cars
Is all I see from the 37th floor
60 years my Ophelia
It took me
To get to the 37th floor
No whiskey or wine
Can now quench my thirst
On my empire of sorrow
Saturday, June 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: empire,sorrows
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7/20/2025 7:17:45 AM # 1.0.0
sorrow conglomerates the heart with the walls of shocked rocks! ! ! !