Lovers Of Blood Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s
Lovers Of Blood
Shut the door my lord!
Shut the door of birth
Shut the very door of mankind.
I discovered the pace of human steps
All over the body and blood
A thirst for hollows of weeping
A sobbing of distant blood
A black tenderness of progress.
I hear the sinking legends
The past glory in heaven
A mystery of lightening and birth
The green garment and beings
And a long moon like a major air.
Steps which I feel in
Are the riders on mankind
Ghostly seeking even deadmen's bones
Foot stepping on the honorable past
Again and again on the mourning ashes.
again and again on the mourning ashes good work keep it up10
you have a strong command over the feelings sir. good keep it up
it is a treasure that you share in the history of literature....you have captured the movement of reality that has to be responded with care and compaasion and real commitment....nice one...
'Steps which I feel in Are the riders on mankind Ghostly seeking even deadmen's bones Foot stepping on the honorable past' not to be forgotten is the love of and blood is proof of a love lost shall we not mourn the sin in which we live life or do we live to sin...use of time which has gone and shall return a good eye sight turn over now and rest...good write...
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4/18/2024 7:04:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think I see what you mean. Let tomorrow be the birth of something new. And let the past be forgotten, because like ashes and cannot be brought back to life... Very interesting. I like the way you write...