The knot inside,
It tightens nice
The fist it closes,
Like a vice.
Blood it pounds, through the veins,
The anger pours,
The rage it rains.
Goodbye, goodbye, we've had enough,
Just a minute to clear our stuff.
So long my love,
The die is cast,
We are the oblivion of your past,
The glass that crack'd is whole no more
My zephyr walks out through the door.
1 comment:
I like your poem Sush. This is Paul, Rahul's dad. These days I live in Kolkata. Nice to see you online. Hope you're enjoyed Hyd and law school. Say hello to your folks for me when you next talk to them.
My email id, just in case, is p.gonsalves@gmail.com
Take care dear.
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