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Sriya Mazumdar Poem
A candlelit room, love's sweet embrace,
A romantic setup, a magical space.
Soft music playing, filling the air,
As they danced together, without a care.
Where love could blossom at its prime,
Where in candlelight, they might have dined,
In the midst of all, he fell off his dove—
Bitten by the venom of love.
In shadows deep, a heart did weep,
A lover's loss, a vow to keep.
In vengeance sworn, a deed was done,
Blood on hands 'neath moonlit sun.
For justice failed, or so he thought,
In sorrow's grip, his reason caught.
He sought to right a grievous wrong,
Yet now he stands, condemned, alone.
His love avenged, yet at what cost?
In chains he's bound, his freedom lost.
A murderer of another's pain,
Now he bears the mark of Cain.
In somber silence, he must dwell,
Within the depths of his own hell.
A tragic tale of love and strife,
A man condemned to spend his life.
Copyright © Sriya Mazumdar | Year Posted 2024
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Sriya Mazumdar Poem
In the realm of bitter love, hearts entwined.
A tale of passion, once so kind.
Promises made, now left behind,
In the shadows of a love maligned.
Sweet words turned sour, like pisoned wine. Betrayal's sting, a bitter sign.
Love's flame extinguished, no longer divine,
In the echoes of a love's decline.
Tears shed in silence, hearts confined.
Memories linger, intertwined.
A bitter love, once so blind,
Now a lesson learned, the heart refined.
Copyright © Sriya Mazumdar | Year Posted 2024
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In the dawn’s first whisper, the sky’s canvas hums,
Brushstrokes of light spill from golden tongues,
Mountains of doubt in shadowed embrace,
Recede as the sun’s fingers paint its face.
Fields of promise stretch, a quilt of dreams,
Woven with threads of silvered seams,
Each blade of grass, a soldier in line,
Salutes the light as if it were divine.
Rivers of resolve carve paths unseen,
Through valleys of effort where hopes convene,
The stones beneath, silent witnesses’ grace,
Hold the weight of will in their steadfast place.
Stars above, those distant guides so bright,
Tug at the heartstrings of the night,
Their twinkling eyes trace celestial arcs,
Mapping the way through the cosmos’ sparks.
Embrace the dawn’s embrace with open hands,
As the heart's compass forever stands,
Guiding you through dreams’ vast terrain,
Where the spirit’s fire fuels the flame.
Copyright © Sriya Mazumdar | Year Posted 2024
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