Poetry and Stories

P- Poem.

I don’t know if this really give’s a feeling of a poem but I tried my best and have given a try after a very long ….long time.

Below the gloomy night sky,

the thunderstruck by.

I stood by with my pain,

To wash away in the shower of the first rain.

The torment inside me,

leaves an excruciating pain within.

This intricate life ceases,

all of my mystical wishes.

The vilest demons within,

lurking inside; stifle away my soul.

But my dreams are too invincible

to let them have the victory over the onerous tussle.

As I hope and envisage to eradicate,

the vicious demons, valiantly.

to have a relish life and zeal within me.


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