Saturday, February 20, 2016

Concern


No, dead I am not.

Not until the moment
He touches me;
With his lil fingers
Yet again!

Until such frame of time,
Let the physical me, Be.

Once, for once
Yet again,
I long to hear hiim utter - Pa.

Oh World, Caution him,
His lil fingers might hurt
For, I lay in my coffin
Lonely with a broken heart
and the sharp
shattered pieces
Lay all over ME.




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