Bleeding Love

The aching sore wound of yesterday

It makes me cry just every single day

The mellifluous glance of sweet memories

The broken walls of histories

The cringing of moon in long nights

Soothing breezes of twilights

The music in chirping of sparrow

Somebody musing at the window

Vision of beautiful, heavenly river

Thought of rain just makes me shiver

Confined into the world’s mob,

In the dense dungeon  something creeping

From the buried cadaver of memories,

I see, I feel  in my  heart , love is bleeding .

................................................................vaishali saral

 

 

 

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Smart Indian said…
From the buried cadaver of memories,
I see, I feel in my heart, love is bleeding.

Another excellent poem, keep it up!
4:25 AM
Unknown said…
good one,,i like it,,
1:06 PM
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