Ode on MOurn
The monotonous-mourning morn
Live in little-litful way alone,
Where no white-whole the born
Noone show who she-scorn.
Creation crys out with curse
Newly bride burn in doubt,
Bone injured no see nurse
Then some one ask why not out.
Endure-enamouring poision
Fills in veins like blood-red,
Though the whole world gave caution
I chose that path to live in shade.
The vault of white stones went pale
Where all dream fertile the beauty,
Peace went in hole,visions sale
Mutual decision false,it's ok is duty.
Copyright © Palak Dadhich | Year Posted 2025
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