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ISSN: 0974-892X

VOL. XIII
ISSUE I

January, 2019

 

 

Idle

Joby John, Lecturer, Mar Augusthinose College, Ramapuram

 

Her thoughts ran wild like a storm
In my inkpot
Like a cloud that blinds my mind's eye
I lost the words to end the pain;
The pleasure ravaged my brain.
Like a silent wolf she had stayed there
Till today, when I could not bear
How deep inside my heart she lived
Echoing the grief and sorrow within
I thought it was over till the end,
Until she met me in my loneliness.

She looked at me , she ripped me
Like a slave I kneeled before her.
A wound reopened and I bled
As her words thrust it's edge deep.
Tomorrow never came by,
And darkness rose again,
When I thought it was the end.
Her touch took life away from me
And as I left this world that night
I promised to return, promised to fight
And live the glory with all my might.
Till that day I would lay in my grave
But forever i will wait.
When my Dead poems will find
Life In the light of the day...