Verse
its a poem about the past masculine society and the state of women . My very first here !
"VERSE"
The vacant verse
Of my only curse
Needs some love
To be eloped .
It can't be high
It feels me sigh
As am no bold
In summer's cold.
To make my sins
Apart my skin.
I deliberately shy.
Am stunned why ?
I lived in city,
Across in pity.
But,
Now I cheer
The days I fear.
Hopelessly famed
Well in this game.
And now I know
somewhat why.
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Copyright © Shruti Rawat | Year Posted 2016
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