Empty cup lies on the window sill,
crumpled sheets cry every night,
and the well-thumbed books remain dust filled.
Emotions flare and your absence I can’t bear-
But the despairs fall on deaf ears.
In wait, trudges the long night
when Phoo, my old maid, disappears.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
So nice.Enjoyed each word.
Thanks Fathima. I’m glad.
Intriguing ,mysterious , Rahul’s concise poetic form encapsulates the story outlines of magic-realist novels.
Thanks so much Louis. It’s a delight to read your comments.
I salute you.