Slash


to be slashed 
the vein split into two
lacerating pool of blood 
oozing life's potion in directions 
one never knew

breatheless, lifeless
the body does live
the flame burns in agony
far beneath the Himalayan valleys

Forethink, foretell
what lies ahead
in the journey of a nightingale
the lore of sunrise and sunsets she sang mellifluously
picking grains of love from every field
wrapped in petals of myriad flowers
the tale of unsung love
thus sets to end!

-Soumya 
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