Forgetting Thee Poem by Sathya Narayana

Forgetting thee, O' dear,
O' dear, a toil hard.
Our past, a hunting honed spear
and oh garroting cord
thy thoughts! No brawny heart I have... I'm just a bard!

I saw a nightmare once,
that night became we
one. There's laid a barbed, tall fence,
between us two


For once I wish I spurn
the world for ever,
discard the blame that is spun
around so clever
by the world! They're envious drivels... can't us sever!