My Sweet Song

The moment is past.

My unforgiving moment is past.

The moment when he listened to my song.

My song is not of sorrow,

My song is not melancholy,

It’s jolly.

It’s divine for a feeling I have related.

It’s what my heart has created.

Still he cried.

He cried throughout the night,

Throughout the darkest night.

And I dreamt his tears.

I dreamt getting drowned into his pain.

No one could save me.

Whence someone played my song.

It flowed through my veins

And repaired my little heart,

My heart that was hurt.

And I felt, there’s nothing in the world for me.

Nothing but my song-

My sweet sweet song.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[QuillandInkWhispers]

This poem is deep. I love it!

[swati]

Loved the feel of the poetry, rightly explains the feelings!!

[Sukriti Suki]

The repetitive words caught my attention...After the first 3 lines I got into the poem. I had to read the first 3 lines 2-3 times to fully understand them. Looking forward to reading more of your work.