An Inch Poem by Neela Nath Das

An Inch



She moaned as he left
His dear abode.
I smelt the fragrance.
Never ever he can go,
He is stuck to
my immortal soul!
I felt the scar
He gifted me,
I sensed the pain
He poured on me.
An inch of his land
He won't leave, I know.

Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hurting
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