Abhishek Kumar Singh (08/06/1994)
O! My Beloved
This slow rolling globe of mine,
has turned blue
but this rose from my garden
that i chose to give you is still red!
no more in the shade of your shadow,
too the moonless,
come back & ignite a candle,
it's too dark for dark
you 've no idea how much i've bled!
now tell me, o! my beloved
on this red boulevard,
how much this rose is red?
in my worse, i've tried to verse myself
these words will always mean less
because the more the pain is!
but now! the more seems less!
tell me i'll die!
if you love me dead?
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