Read Time:46 Second [To My Mistress]
If, morrow, my sun refuses to shine
My eyes, in vain, struggle to see
The moon grudgingly bids farewell
And I fail to retain my spirit
Don’t crowd around weeping for me

Think of me with a beautiful smile
How well I have sincerely loved you
Tattoo my memories on your heart
Pains of my shouting sacrifices
My words, my deeds and my beliefs

Adorned your hearts with courage
Let not your vegetable heart slump
For your grief will unrest my soul
Knowing how deep my hurt is
Sighting raindrops from your eyes

This cloak, certainly, I shall wear
However unpleasant it is to bear
In this world, I’m only but a passenger
Home, built not with bricks, await me yonder
And Death only means of getting there

Written by: Sunday O Freemason
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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  1. Saatyaki S/o Seshendra Sharma – Hyderabad : Telangana State : India – Saatyaki S/o Seshendra Sharma 55 Years M.A (Political Science) J.N.U: New Delhi: India Publisher & Coordinator Living: Hyderabad: Telangana State: India , 07702964402 , 09441070985 “Kaasyashcha parameswasaha sikhandeecha mahaarathaha Drishtadyumno viraatascha Saatyakischaaparaajithaha” -Bhagavat Gita-Chapter-1/17 sloka
    Saatyaki So Seshendra Sharma says:

    It is a lovely poem . Mood of the poem is captivating. Keep it up.

    1. Kukogho Iruesiri Samson – Abuja, Nigeria – I am a media professional with experience in multimedia journalism, book publishing, content creation, web management, public relations, media relations, social media management, and client relationship management. My interests include multi-platform content creation and management, media relations, digital and print publishing, and youth-oriented social services. I am open to middle-level positions in organizations that encourage innovation.
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