The Dark Day and two other Poems
by Prajitha Nambiar
(Bangalore, India)
The Dark Day
When he needs
I spend my eyes
I spend my laugh
I spend my color
I spend my soul
I spend my life
Then, I spend my dark for the first time
And there I lost him!
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Broken Sweetheart
The begin …
She called me companion
She called me confident
She called me coziness
She called me spirit
At the end …
she called me double-dealer !
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Queen
Hey dear! When I see you
My eyes winks
My hands shake
My heart beams
My face smiles
My lips graze
My soul says
You are mine..You are mine!
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