THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Wake up Excruciate me not, any longer dear, I can't withstand - am bushed - fully wearied. I gave you, the optimal solace anytime, At the toll of my ail, you asked. Wake up now to spare me, and you yourself, Sense my anguish and actualize once, How far I've locomoted to allay you. Once, a while ago, you and me were alleviated, But, not now, in my instance. It is ‘cause your desire inclined, And had no time to reckon and mull over. Think back, you'll be chaff as I flounder, It's you, who can keep me steady, nothing else. Intend before you be latish for life, Instead, let your sibs be my arms, As you did, let them not battle.
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