What's that mournful sound ,i hear?
Is it the agony of separation or the pain of wound?
More persistent than the sound of the moon;
Making the people go into swoon;
Cawing and mourning goes hand in hand,
Accelerating time moves as fast as sand;
Returning men with aching hearts ;
Stumbling over the broken carts;
Such things are followed from olden days;
Like Plato and pleiade's;
Seraphim awaits those God's creation;
As death creates "grandpa's separation".
One of the most moving poem ever written- I Love it !!! It's so simple, but still seems like a lot....
ReplyDeletethanks to all my friendzzz for all the support and thx for teching me a damn gud lesson .............
ReplyDeletenever trust blindly...........
ur best poem so far
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