Edges
A poem by Ashutosh Mishra
Let's talk about the edges,
the end of the world,
the periphery of life,
the fatal sip of poison,
the sunken ship of love,
the dying breath of friendship,
the final dusk of good,
the final edge,
let's talk about it.
Let's talk about it,
and then forget it,
Perhaps bury it in our minds,
or in diaries, slit veins,
broken vase,
shattered windows, silent cries,
let's bury it somewhere,
in memory pool,
and move ahead a little,
and then a little more,
towards new edges!
AUTHOR SPACE
Hello Wattpadions! How ye doin?
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It's always so nice to make a comeback, or call it coming out of the cave, to explore new possibilities, so here is a short poem about that edge. Hope you liked it.
Perhaps, you can now expect more updates, because I'm trying my best to write more and Post more often!
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So, Are there any suggestions from your side that you would like to throw? And want me to catch?
Also, which book/s are you currently reading?
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Another sincere request! Kindly, do me a little favor and tag some of your friends on Wattpad, and recommend them the poems which you think are good.
I'm looking forward to some suggestions and feedback or criticism.
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adiós