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Poetry

Kiss from the Rose

Gauri Pande

I lie here
head crowded by my arms
eyes clouded with despair
sadness

dispersing.

I am drowning(to be)
in desperation(or not to be),
in a river of gloom
tonight, tomorrow, today, tomorrow.
I sink, survive,
on the brink (of….), alive.

I am drowning
in a river of gloom that sprints through me.
My Self cutting through myself,
I am
red.
Scars on my arms,
scars on my hands,
scars on my legs,
scars on my feet.

Your love is a lotus, mine's a rose;
we clutch at love,
craving an escape,
away, far away
where our hearts beat naught
but for love.

In your hands, soft, intact,
lies your head - eyes cloudy, staring off to space,
thinking of your love,
My love
is red.
Streaks of red left behind on my face.
Scars on my hand, I clutch my rose
closer to my chest
and am alert and awake.
And so I lie here
head crowded by my arms(please)
eyes clouded by fear(don't find us).

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