Ratan ... - Crumpled

I rest silently in the bin, staring
vapidly at my tormentor from within.
But I still hold its discarded words -
a raw garland of emotions -
close to my soul - crumpl'd, defunct; yearning it'd
alliterate them with notion,
passion and poetic lust.

An unfinished verse - my epitaph.

Ratan ...

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