Oblivion

As about the queen appears

I’m calm and composed

Singing as rusty autumn leaves

Making me grin and revealed

 

After reminiscing adding on

Mesmerizing I sat on my couch

Feeling some pacified emotions

Like a nightingale’s timid touch

 

Thinking the laughs unrestrained

Spouting and reserved

Moments of another pride stage

I laugh so many times and cry

 

Writing something spurting and

So pure and melodious of beauty

As intricate, I whisper…in a tone

Those moments…Spent with her

 

I feel pity…pity on her oblivion

As her thirst was quenched

On my bed in a dark night

As perfect as she deserved

 

© Rana M All Rights Reserved

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