Nevermore

We don't grow sugarcanes in our yards nomore,
We don't sit 'round the burning teak nomore,
That old teapot'd stopped murmering last winter since,
That old churchbell'd stopped ringing last december since
And our radios' at 9:30s' playing are nomore!
And our laughters in the wind blowing are nevermore!
Cold december nights!
And poor candle lights!
Stoned cold hearts upon weary chests!
Where is gone, the fire of romance?
Nevermore! Nevermore! Oh nomore!
We'll be forever and nevermore!

Reviews

[Shivalik Kalsotra]

very nice work...the feelings well expressed, changing life I hope for better the message is wonderful...I loved it, great