Her unrequited love
was cast on her heart
with deep crimson lines,
and her reminisce
drawn on her vision
with deeply engraved nails,
reminding her
every shade of the past yore,
and the yearnings trolled her
with a vibrant roar
she coaxed,
cajoled,
ignored,
but no matter how much she desired to escape,
the past stood on her face
like an old miscreant thought
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Nicely penned.🤗
Beautiful poem, Shantanu!
Some things we can’t escape, can we?
The expressions you use are incredible.
Thanks so much for your kind words 🌸🌸
Thanks so much for reading
Thanks so much, Gabriela
You are welcome 😊
Its my pleasure.🙂
Oh we can’t. Thanks so much for reading
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Thanks so much
Wonderfully written!❤
Thanks so much my friend ❤️