Not a third time, ahh yes! Well, No,
As the bride was seated on the unbridled horse
The typhoon engulfed the fires which smoldered,
When the swords kissed ,the warriors were unperturbed !
A world devoid of emotions, a planet that had gone astray,
Where guns and knives sympathize to liaison the “if” with the “will”.
Not a leaf moved, Silence hovered around to see,as it spotted
A soldier ,Alive! in its battlefield ,was abandoned by his dead comrades ,to bleed.
The woman trembled with fear , as she screened herself behind the rocks
Silence , drifted ,as if it was the king of time,
She was thirsty , she needed water to save the “herb of nine”.
The skirmish did end for the War was left to be fought,
for the number of numbers fought, were always prime.
for the number of numbers fought, were always prime.
5 comments:
Very Very interesting alliterations and analogies. Very well put together. I almost can visualize your thought flow. Nice.
Woah! Excellent choice of words but the pic doesn't make sense unless you explain it :)
Love the end!
@harish! it can be metaphorically explained, dig deep.. think how a ciggie relates to this..you shall know me better then.. :))
@blasphemeister : thank you so much.. i shall try and improve.. such that poems find another life in their lives..
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hmm..okeidokeis.. :(( lol.;]
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