Out Of Ink

By S. Revathy

I once was an err poetess.

You came and

treated me with love.

Then, I became a romantic poetess.

You went away and

reaped all the love.

Now, I am no more a poetess.

There’s no point in writing poetries,

I lost the essence of poetry

when I lost you.

I beg you, give me my love back

And, don’t you dare to come back.

By S. Revathy