His corporal self rests in a rose less bed
His brain meanders around her shed
In one ear, he listens to her sweet whisper
Another ear gets him the song of despair
It was a divorce they signed each other
But it was a whimsical accord sure!
They are sunk in the same river
Different directions they flow forever
They have chosen sundry journey
Hard to endure their ill-fated meeting
His bloods on sands and corpse in river
His empty mind laments in despair!
Ink is spilt, the pen can’t hold
Hard to see a hidden mold
Copyright @Poet,30 July,2019