POOR POET

Almost nix 

Empty salver

Wind could feed no ravening man

Fall deep down

Path is darkening

As mind not spoken, 

Words were written 

But they are not giving repast

Forage no emptiness

Hollow remain the same.

MALAYA ROSES

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image by Karl Spitzweg

Malaya Roses The Poetess

Throw Them All

Should I die 

and shout out loud

I am dying

in your love fiasco

almost inferno

thousand pain shall be a deep silence agony

throw them all 

on me

shadow gets no shady 

human creates evil

angel or demon 

console me never

I am dying

regretted in all lie of yours

abyss of seven hatred

tears break the ink of sanity

and

DAMNATION IS ABSOLUTELY YOURS ..!!

Malaya Roses 

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20 October,  2012