Untold
Incalculable sheets of thoughts hidden
Boiling brain,mimicking sharp gnawing pain
Pretty soul lay there quite sick, bed ridden
Entrapped by deep surges of bloody bane
Her stamina, sleekly started to wane
Stepped in, her beloved from a far land
He sat beside sobbing and picked her hand
Stroking it gently, enquired the reason
She lay still, with expression being bland
Untold she croaked, in bleak winter season
Aug10, 2020
First Place in the Contest:-)
Note:Pick-A-Title, vol 21,Dizain Poetry Contest.
Title chosen:1)UNTOLD
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Copyright © V. Deepa | Year Posted 2020
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