Bedsheet Of Your Ugly Deeds Poem by Vishal Sharma

Last night, the doctor of my mind made a decision,
To put my rage aside, to do a worthy commitment,
You, the golden flower, blooming within my region,
Love, one day, I promise, get you my heart sent.

Lying beside the bedsheet of your ugly deeds,
And lamenting the name of my destiny's only destination
My heart is trying to stop the growth of those weeds,
That once, gifted me my talent, to love you, my passion.

Get out of these ugly memories out of my beautiful mind,
You made seven suns to work to get my head boil,
You go to the chruch of the purest, Me; You may find,
But, the best love grows when you are on your native soil.

Those arms were not enough to hold your dangerous eyes,
They were meant to make you with a safer heaven of love,
Now, open those ditches, that hear your sound, when cries,
But, I will be there to listen those, only from the above.....! ! !