Mourn-pile
A poetry to ‘you’ II
Nov 27, 2022
72 hours that is 101 years
I made a mourn-pile, will you
Take the burden of grief?
Being heart-thief,
Why am I obliged to underpin
How many years? Six of years
The gloom of mourn!
Shining mourn-diamond
enlightening my place,
Taking away all the grace
Retaining under thy feet.
How many years? For how many years
I am there to bear mourn-hill!
Love-ocean over thy world
Over the horizon,
I built a monument of love-mourn
Why would you receive?
Thy sleep addiction with
Drenching in white groove,
My anonymous gloom!
Wrong doors on the way of mine
Thousands of,
Build a few more on the edge of line,
Will you receive?
Still today, thy stunned negligence,
Running across our God’s humble grace
Mourn reservoir of mine!
It’s a bountiful impatient message!
