Nira’s Tale Of Love Ii Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale of Love II

A miser sleeping in a corner;
Her battered skin adorning Her finer.

Distant bustling She heard,
Constant rumbling She feared.

The horizon of an alien land;
Who could breathe a second?

Loved once; was hated twice,
But to die once; Would others pay the price?

When Her smooth lips kissed them,
She forgot the past cup’s brim.

Nights betrayed the lights,
Cries stole away Her nights.