Poems become last resort when writing stories or essays become difficult due to lack of time :(
Alluring her
I have seen bed of roses covering
the earth
And peacocks filling the
forest with colour,
I got bitten by the cold
wind in the Garden of Eden
Waiting for her with my
eternal patience.
The young and pretty – who doesn’t
long her?
Flowing like a stream in
its intriguing curve,
She taunted my desire shamelessly
weeping
On the banks of my senses, with my heart rolling
On the pebbled shore, like
a masochist czar
Resorting to bleed before
the merciless alter.
Distorted, I took shape of
the granite sculpture
As time flows, alluring all
of them, including her.
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