Wail Of The Woods

by Sahil Mudasir

From the world of wails, dead may rise

And mark with their red blood in waste

With the approaching grief sliding down

Like some waters shall flow at ease

Into the dribbling eyes of nature's ruin.

Roaming like a rumour in the streets

Of Rome in search of Juliet's Romeo

Who has been exiled ages ago for his sin

And an undaunted love of his unsubstantial life

Carrying the dull crown, made from the gist of trouble

Until the world finds some worth of his adventures.

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