Tattered Temptation Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Tattered Temptation



I'm listening to the gale's rage.
The hiss of moving wind.
It whispers in my ears.
And bring the jaw-dropping news.
Reasonating my tympanic membrane.
In a perfect harmony.
This hour.
With its boastful thunder.
Still brings no rain.
I plead for your tear.
Oh heaven.
Come feed my paper face.
And flow me away.
With my tattered temptations.

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