I am that mute invincible Damsel
arrive unannounced to your wife's dismal
Nothing that I could be related to
I desert you in wringing pain so true.
I prefer the high ranked & sedulous
painting their years with darkness
Its a game of loves me loves me not
filled with fear instead of love.
I creep silently on your left and right
yet I carry an aura of light
all dressed up flashy and bright
If you can't spot me, it's not my plight.
Come! Come to the Invincible one
jump into my lap of unpredictable fun
There is no going back I spare none
oh yeah, I go by the name migraine.
- Madhu
Great poetry, Madhu. It speaks a lot.
ReplyDeleteGreat poetry, Madhu. It does speak a lot.
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