beauty, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Unforgiving Muses

Pristine as it could be,
The dark rivers bejeweled by a natural light,
Your hair gallops softly on the nurtured skin,
The eyes deep pool of unforgiving madness,
Rest over the supple cheeks.

The lips seem fed of a douse of pink tulips,
Float untouched as the chin sculpts to the fine curve of neck,
The back seems arched and curved at ends of imagination,
The curves hold itself draped in golden brightness.

So you are here to make me unlearn poetry
Or to be a poem that can be unlearned.

– Shashank Bhardwaj


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