She is seeing her beloved for the last time. It is the last day, probably the last hour. She has within her a raging tempest consuming her soul. Will she be able to speak her heart or will it lay buried in her repressed soul? Read the following poem to know about her anguish, about her unspoken words, the conversation that she has been yearning to make.
To The One I Love When the last sunset calls my name, I will stay in the sky for you to gaze Stay there long so you don't chaze My identity that's gonna be erased. The days over, the journey comes to an end My broken heart I shall continue to lend. All the rebukes … Continue reading The Last Sunset