Ever and over, at moments and then,
I ask thee with intent, choric I ‘fess.
Placid, passive, yet of most sudden,
abrogate that which I fell for then lest,
devoid of earthly delight or wanting,
I were to find ease leaving it be,
or dub then ‘morseful I past yearning,
bohemian romance, thou as well me.
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I really really like the first line for some reason. Whole poem is great, but that first line is so perfectly rhythmic, like a nursery rhyme but with way more…pizazz?
Hahaha pizazz. Thank you, more of that coming up next.
For some reason, the first line is mesmerizing. Its beautiful Mr Iftikhar.
Thank you.
That’s talent! I write some poetry, but nothing on this level. Each piece of your work provokes thought. Excellent. Thanks for the follow too.
Why thank you, thank you very much, you’re too kind.
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I admire creatives and this dude is just one such! Have a read at the great body of work by this poet.
I appreciate it.
No problem, man.