Sunday, 21 July 2013

Ye’re My Flower



Ye’re My Flower

Come hither, O’ my love
Take me in thine embrace
For ye are,
My song of despair
Chime to my deaf ear
Forsaken is the fear
Of my lose and tear
I drink thy silence
In my cup of being
As my death breeds
Seed of loves’ soul
Deep into the grime
For ye shall blossom
On my gravestone!



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8 comments:

  1. Unknown22 July 2013 at 00:03

    Pain these words have is fathomless!! Nice work!

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  2. ayanthenewauthor22 July 2013 at 01:23

    Quite interesting but painfull in reality.... :(

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  3. Brian Miller22 July 2013 at 04:57

    def evocative of pain..but also longing...i drink thy silence in my cup of being is a great line...evocative...

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    1. Sadia Khan22 July 2013 at 15:58

      Thanks a lot, Brian....longing is always painful, when one is awared of the truth that death can only bring some respite from heaving pain of love ..

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  4. Amrit Sinha22 July 2013 at 22:23

    Dark and painful, but with an interesting rhyme. Quite a different piece :-)

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