My Words (Poetry)
Lost my words somewhere,
I started finding them here,
Thought ...... Someone would have stolen, of course,
To force me even more.
There will be someone who burns,
From the arrows of my words,
There will be someone who will read,
The stories written by me in the wilderness.
Whatever he gives me,
To borrow a few words to borrow,
Maybe he stopped now,
Grow to me new words in my love
Lost my words somewhere,
I found them here ...
When he used to get fed up,
In the desert of my words,
Do not come now to meet me,
So do not yield the word here to bloom here.
Very searched but they did not meet,
My ability to think now started decreasing,
When I fill the tears in your eyes,
He started remembering again by filling him again.
Suddenly he returned,
And then on my face a shadow,
When he started again, then his love affair,
And I started finding it again, then the way to my destination.
Lost my words somewhere,
I found them here ...
My words again triggered an arrow,
I was seen in the darkness even in the darkness,
My words started to delude again, right here,
Those who read lover started jumping on somewhere.
It is true that now even my words,
They are engaged with him,
Otherwise, no one else could write it,
In which the youth is intoxicated and drunken, so is silence.
My words today are his own bounty,
Those who read bouncing here again and again,
He says that in a straight tone,
They become my story every time a new dictator...
A Writer always inspires with someone and His writings are the inner souls of His traits
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A good poem @vikbuddy
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Nice one.
Words are like spears. They cause impacts that travel beyond the blood and bones