Maledictus

By Shreya Sharma

I wish I could pour my tears in a goblet, So that the next time I see them I will remember you. Should have hidden you inside my gate locket, But I was foolish, could not subdue.

Concern you name it,

I would call it momentary attraction.

The numb me gave sanction.

Stepped out of me when ignored my benison,

Now I have chosen reticence.

Look how beautiful it is, the setting sun.

I cursed you,

Cursed I am.

Things did not go as we had planned.

By Shreya Sharma