Treasure Island

sekharan pookkat


A Song Of Bed


A song of bed
Composed in love
Play in the air
Of new knots of pain

Polished beats
with diagonal crossings
Keeps away my knots
And rhythm of a melody.

Strings of my violin
Burnt in the heat of new song
Broke down again
Without the song of despair

A song of bed
Composed in love
Played in my violin
With new rhythm of a melody

Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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