MY POEMS 2

MY POEMS

MY MUSE

MY MUSE
Again it is stifling heat
In the Arabian sea
Tears are withering fast
Evaporating to the light
Drifting with the wind
Blowing to the north east
And overcasting the sky
To downpour there
A deluge of feeling is caused
And myriads of  vortexes of emotions
And the poet remained getting down
And up so much repeatedly
That virtually constricted to be
A living walking cadaver.
The after math unravels
How dreams got dreaded and be dead
Corpse of aspirations all scattered
Recanting and raving
But on whom is known
To God only
Separation is the way of the nature
SPSINGH
DAV