Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?

Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn? Tamanna Ferdous Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn? Tamanna Ferdous I cared for the beauty spot , her left trickle salt takes oath there in bittersweet chime The smile and the smile line , a mystic rhythmic rhyme. Her smile and the wind catcher , assonance, anaphora , anapestic and the trochaic, as 100 hair fall after a comb The streak of moonlight, a droplet of beauty , submerged in homesickness, border less and home , in exile home. Her toddler fingers , gone yesterday, broth of a messed later , growing up Modulation and a flight of a tune, a journey to rhythm back to the rhythm , superb Poetry that bits with heart beats and peaces , will you break free to tame the words, misfit, they are gods' hands ? In glum, in tears , rejuvenation of the easier love, the placid affluence and all right throughout the caravan of timely rounds.. I adore you, I breathe into thee, homegrown soil, my distraction, my homeland, that forced to zoom out to Babylon, tragedy Phantom would lure me to cuff again into the evangelical oxymoron, key mono-Lilith to polymath-a Murfreesboro prodigy The fathom of the salty water step, and Soho, and an easy simile They static, they enigmatic and they empathetic , not for, anymore, than seely! Copyright Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025