Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Irrfan

I know not this gorge of grief that fetters me
Rising and ebbing, an indigo sea
No name can I grant this unknown love
That scars and mars all I thought I have

Poor I am now, bereft of all you did give
Now you are absent, I know you did live
Lingering lonely in a labyrinth of laments
Pleading for alms of your words and moments

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