When,
those bearer of
Silent flesh;
willow a touch
by its tangent whip
I unbearably,
hide
my branches
from its gory look
and,
by tongue of fire,
flare the slurp
in countless pyres
to quaff
the venom in flesh
Murked by its end
I spew its last remains
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A deep, philosophical poem that relates to many an existential aspects trying to unwrap the ultimate illusion of what we live , An amazingly beautiful write Tapeshwar 🙂
Thy gravitas does dignity to rectitude at my poetry stand.
‘m humbled by thy propriety, to the core of my heart; dearest Maaya Di!
Awesome write Tapeshwar.
Humbled to the core respected thee Elizabeth Kuriakose!
Sharp and incisive. Well done.
Humbled and blessed… Gopallahiri Ji!
Powerful! The poem maintains its tempo right throughout.
Humbled! Very precious of thy boosting comments … dear respected VijayNair Jee!