I recently came across my archives of short poems I penned a while back, and thought to publish them, one after the other..
Should I say? Shall I spill?
The feelings deep, within me still.
The thoughts, the fears, the hopes … and all
Alas! This one was a great fall.
Cleopatra’s strength I seek to draw
But then the knees, they quake some more
To give an insight to the one
I wished I faced at every dawn.
The arrow shot, its wounds run deep
The angels mourn, the dark ones weep.
‘Is that a tender ray of light?’
Again the curtain drops on sight.
Oh why, tell me, did Cupid live??
To wreak destruct: her soul, it bleeds
Should I say? Shall I speak??
Alas! I fear the sun seems bleak…