Jilted Reminiscence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a Poem written for my upcoming book. I am still working on this Poem and would make some changes before publishing in my next book "SHADES & VERSES". you can visit my blog - http://iamdirtyineedwashing.blogspot.in/ to read few poems from my recently published book. Please do leave your feedback

Submitted: January 31, 2012

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Submitted: January 31, 2012

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Jilted Reminiscence

Where sometimes those legs speaks,
And moves to the door steps;
Retards backs with a clatter,
Some clatters still in this heart;

How things have changed,
Days with my cronies are diminutive;
Nights perennial and haunting,
Those melancholy strains are daunting,

Alas! Those thorny leaves,
Never did pinch;
For the flower it bore,
And the vagabond to the shore;

Swineherd the gardens you plough,
And the animals you reared;
Forsaken their destiny once more,
Blood – out of some pore.

I have recently published a book " I AM DIRTY; I NEED WASHING". Please visit my blog http://iamdirtyineedwashing.blogspot.in/for more.


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