THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Until Death overrule I am not the one I was yesterday, I may not even be alive tomorrow. I pity on my pes seeing it fag, My body fatigues due to creases. I’m exhausted, my lungs are light, I can't resist any more to breathe easily With due elevation, such warmth kills. Whom shall I plead and whom to accuse? No one seems to hear me utter, But, only to permit and easily brook, Until I’m complete, never back again. My curse upon those not prudent in mind, So manqué on self, never to believe the future. If ever death overrule me anytime It'd call upon you for the cause I deliver.
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