This time tomorrow
When she soars
Towards her destiny
He will quietly go
Unlock old coffins
And make sure that no
Skeletons ever come
Knocking on his door.
He will make
A royal heap and see
The flames devour
Her calligraphy
And emptied of this
Emptiness be free
From the fetters
Of her lettered memory.
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The only mystery of this intriguing work, is who is the ” she ” being referred to ? For this reader it remains an altogether satisfying conundrum conjured up from the deepest reminiscences of Bogart and Bacall.
Thank you ,Louis.
Leaves the reader engrossed in an endeavor to gauge the amazing depth of the writer’s talent.
Thank you,Kumaara.
A beautifully penned mysterious poem 🙂
Thank you very much,aashi.
A rewarding read.
Thank you,gopal.
Trying to gauge the mystery lying underneath this extremely rewarding read .
Thank u,Santosh.
This poem made me go through the lines time and again ! Then I realized that emptiness can hardly ever be emptied ! Truly touching !
Thank you,Lokesh.