GOLDEN TOUCHA Poem by Sk.MansurGOLDEN TOUCH What once was gold, now dirt it became, Was it my touch, or has its time come? Was I cursed at birth, or is a curse that’s born? Nothing I wished, nothing I touched -- Even with these eyes, not by my side, it belongs. Is my heart rotten, or rotten are my arms? Maybe it’s my wicked fate, or is it my face that's wicked? Am I a cursed one, or is the CURSE who I am? © 2024 Sk.Mansur |
AuthorSk.MansurGuntur , India , IndiaAboutI'm Mansur im an engineering student from India and I like to write ✍️, I don't know if what i write can be called poems. Romance and fantasy poems I love more..Writing
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