There’s a summer burning
in my heart
blazing through my bountiful lands
despair and hate churning
each a dart
thrown from their ruthless hands
A shower long and cool
is my need
to wash away the sooty ash
lest I become a ghoul
eat n bleed
joy, gaiety with cuts and slash
Deliver from this hell
I beg thee
lend me a helping hand to cross
this land where I now dwell
help me flee
pray that I gather all my loss.
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Shweta Singh is a home maker and mother of on-the-verge-of-being-teenager twins. She is passionate about books and food – both interests inherited from her father – and loves to write and travel at every opportunity. A closet writer, who after encouragement from friends and family has embarked on the journey of self-discovery.
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Beautiful poem!
Great imagery in the first and second verse.