I don’t meant to hurt you
Thou silent eyes scold myself
savagely,
Reminiscences of mine sins float abruptly,
Evading from thy love haunt
venomously,
Immoral soul of mine corroded dismally.
Rescinding deceive of mine never plausibly,
Thy swindler defiant to reborn definitely,
Cosmos could curb mine
atonement dearly,
Rendezvous thy bosom erupting to barmy.
Thou candid stare reveals thy
agony,
Reiterating not to hurt you furtherly,
Feather species halt the trees
seasonally,
Love for colossal haunts flyer eternity.
Retribution of mine fallacy is
infinity,
Forgive dear damsel sans thy stormy,
Thy heartthrob rhymes thou
love loudly,
Disguising of thou affection heinous cruelty.
Sensation of thou bosom dost
resurrectibility,
Thou fascinating waves circled me firmly,
Prayed great mighty not for
escapability,
Prisoner of thou illusion render tranquillity.
Confess myself thorn of thou
beauty,
Thou petals won’t
pierced again sweety,
Scarlet pigment of thou
radiance widely,
Abstained myself to embrace thou tightly.
Thou senses floats through
bluish sky,
Soothing mine soul brushing hills gently,
Render me sweetness of thou
intimacy,
Closing vermillion eyes that became teary.
Prakash Roy
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