An unvisited nook of PoetBay

The monotonous melancholy –my words,
That you're constantly dispersing
Is making my friends run away
Initially they used to visit my blue home;
Now it seems they've forgotten my ways
No regrets to them.... indeed!
As hard time is not a fusion of jollies and shindigs
And naturally nobody has enough time
To bear others quandaries when his horrid phase ends up.




Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-07-22 at 06:30

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Damon
Do you mind if I sit with you a while in this nook? I think I might enjoy the solitude. I surely enjoyed the poem.
Damon
2008-08-21