The roars of waterless sea echo
in the depths of my soul, promises
choke on the vacuous air,
dangle from the burnt apple tree, my woe
travels one country to another, an old wound
mourns, my eyes have turned bloody pale,
exhausted thoughts soak in the black rain,
trapped in the trunk of my old car are memories
starving and the glorious moon is bleeding to death.
About the Author
Surbhi Thukral
Joined: 27 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
Surbhi Thukral is a new mother of a beautiful boy. Apart from being a doting mother, she writes fiction and poetry. Her work has appeared in several magazines, anthologies and journals. She holds Masters in Business & Management from th...
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