Shreds the veins of the heart
dripping scarlet blood
the piercing words
thy uttered
killing the soft bosom…
nurture I the flower of dreams,
crush you with your
crumbled speech
shies away the bud thence,
away from the world so mean…
Hitherto to be plucked by the withering time
the moment to perish hasn’t arrived
seasons change in despair
cries the soul in love,profound.
Hail ! thy wind
Halt! thy clouds
listen to the wounded core’s shout,
can you absorb the pain and
sing before the Lord!
what should the soul pray for
Peace,Tranquil,or Joy,
Happiness to cherish
or Love from her thou!!!
soumyav 