Fool

Sitting over the debris of love

and life,

I am looking for scattered moments

with the shovel of love.

I know not  it is insanity or not !

Whenever I try to make walls

with the cement of hatred,

your wink dissolves them all.

I know not who surpasses other

in folly.

May be you or I

or the necromancer love itself.

◄ Murky

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<Deleted User> (19836)

Sat 6th Oct 2018 21:22

"I am looking for scattered moments

with the shovel of love." Nicely said, Well Done!?

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 5th Oct 2018 18:59

The cement of hatred...enjoyed this poem Avishek ?

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