Tuesday, December 29, 2015

You Can Cure Me This Pain

There is that passive treasure
That is idling within my flesh
And setting burning pressure
With unfair torturing heartache

If you could once spy in my heart
To be aware of the castle I built
Only for you to ascend the throne
I know you can cure me this pain

With your favorite colors
Painted daintily on walls
And your pictures in paras
You can cure me this pain

You have that capsule
You can use to capture
All that aching worms
To cure out all my pain

With your healing word
And love you can afford
I swear on my head that
You can cure me this pain

With your scent I can smell
Phrase your heart can spell
And song your soul can sing
You can cure me this pain

Whenever you are in area
My heart access your beats
And by sniffing thy atmosphere
My lungs resume their breaths

I don’t know what you gave my eyes
To ever follow your gorgeous frame
And what you whispered in my ears

To always hear you voice like chime

7 comments:

  1. Damn this is so good ..I love the last lines

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  2. Damn this is so good ..I love the last lines

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  3. 'I wish your body is made up glass. I want to see how you feel inside.' One of the popular phrases in my country Bhutan. Tell this to a person to whom the above poem is being dedicated

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  4. thank you @Gexg! I'm glad you loved it!

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  5. @Sherab that would be a great idea!
    thank you for taking your time to read though!

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    1. Thanks a lot Remy! Your remark is highly appreciated:)

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