Poetry (Pain)
Poetry (Pain)


You are
the poetry of my forlorn heart,
you are
the poetry of my wet eyes,
you are
the poetry of my disheartened lips.
I have tried
umpteen times to erase you.
Heart has tried
to demolish the castle of love.
Mind has tried to go ahead.
But still, I falter,
I fail And I fail to get rid of you.
My pen indites And indites,
And you become
my poetry carrying
my pain and anguish
though the ink of my nib
has never got your touch.