Sitabz Garg Poet Blank verse

Living

*living*


We dont 
have a story
So a love song 
will never be.
No poems 
or portraits,
Only a grey moon 
And a salty sea.

In the darkest 
corner 
of our room
 you built 
us a home
you made me stay
Made me pray.

Great master 
you created
yourself 
Out of creation ,
left us with little
Pieces of you 
to find
And to colour 
them pink
Red and 
leathery black.
 

I traced a bird 
from the glum sky,
She caged it,
I sang to it
She painted it red
I fostered it
She stole
all its poems:
I loved ,
She consumed.

Caged bird
Stop singing 
Look how 
the sun ages 
without its yellow 
In your black wings

So you have 
come to visit,
I rise to greet:
my pen falls,
drying, dying
An uninspired
life starting 
with a poem,
ending with 
A song

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