Mark my words - A curse

Old Lady, feel your breasts

Know, they’ve begun to sag

Your eyes will soon begin to bag

Count your moments, now on

Sooner, in your palms you’ll see stains

of the wounds of my past.

 You’ll hear this world call out your name

in disgust;

in such abhorrence you’ll breathe

your last with no one around

like an orphan

and, on that day I would come to life

to ask you, how it feels

of having to perish as an orphan.

Mark my words

Copyright +Ajay Pai  16th March 2017

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