Forgotten You!



Yes, His slashing swords
Convince his kind,
He has given her up.
Forgotten those
Debaucheries as they believed,
He had committed,
When Spring had,
Made the boughs grow,
Lustrous red Blossoms.

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He wields his swords
better now,
Kills more
With brilliant accuracy,
"That witch in someway,
Did something good at least"-
The winning shadows
Would like to mutter.

But when these voices,
Fall prey to pleasures of the night,
Commit themselves to
The worship of barrels,
The hero of the war,
Returns to his empty room,
Holding himself,
Wailing inside,
"Yes, I will forget you,
My dearest Madeleine,
But only on my building pyre".

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About the author:

Shreya_Chatterjee_KolkataShreya Chatterjee is a writer by profession and a poet at will, apart from  inventing newer ways of experimenting with creative expression. When not writing, she prefers traveling, reading books by fellow writers and reviewing the same and catching up with friends. Her debut book "Musings of a Wanderer" has been reviewed, appreciated and featured by qualified professionals. Get a glimpse of her writing on her blog at “A journey called…”. To read more post from her, click HERE

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Pramoda Meduri said...

Nice..:) thanks for the intro of her..