Tainted Dark Poem by Harish Mudaliar

Tainted Dark



Is that your memories ripping my heart?
Or your absence that spikes like a dart
Either ways my heart bleeds relentless
That’s my flooded remorseful eyes could confess

As a grieving mother of her lost child
And not sane to know where to find
Even the worn out feet from miles of walk doesn't alert
Her bizarre mind that wanders with crimson trail throughout

As a proud petal that flew high with the breeze
Unknowing her glory is no more at ease
Marooned on a distant thorny stripes ruthless in burning noon
While bulbs from estranged shoot glowed brighter than moon

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