Thursday, December 22, 2011

An Invitation


All agog with expectation,

Had sent her an invitation

Hoping surely she’d come,

Hug me like a dearest chum,

Give my soul a permanent relief,

Rid of worldly loathsome belief,

But like an ever stern donna

Who brutally crushes what I wanna

Turn’d down mocking the invitation, for

She couldn’t come at the hour premature,

Left the hapless and lonely soul

On weary shoulders to bear the whole

Spurn’d weight of the distressed life,

Death as a discordant, imaginary wife.

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