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Inferno

It's only now that I realise,
Decades of mourning will cease no cries.

Love and disaster sewn in one,
The eternal inferno I was destined to burn.

Damaged was I, maybe a little more now
Revived regrets into piles, and how!

Like dead petunias on the sea afloat,
Like blandness of a solitary piano note,

I fell apart from the world to endure,
The burden of a soul, impure.

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  1. Tanisha Tyagi15 June 2017 at 09:45

    Absolutely love your blog. So glad I stumbled upon it.

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    1. Whispers to the oblivion16 June 2017 at 15:55

      I am so glad that you took off some time to read my work. Thank you.

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  2. piyusa das26 October 2017 at 23:49

    great imagery through words. Keep writing

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    1. Whispers to the oblivion13 January 2018 at 19:45

      That's so humbling, Piyusa. Your encouragement means so much.

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  3. Arifa18 November 2017 at 06:44

    Such wonderful few lines which say so much. Wonderful work

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    1. Whispers to the oblivion13 January 2018 at 19:49

      Your words touch me to the core. I can't express my gratitude,Arifa.

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