Poetry

WAKE UP CALL!

My love to you Alli (Alliteration)

Wailing widows in woes wild
On burnt their bridal beauty!
Arms are abandoned art
as chuckles of chirps ceased!

Mourning at the mesmerizing moon
Craving their countless countenances
Honoured hues haunt them to haul
Glorious green’s glare they grope for

Moon was mum at the mourns
It’s light couldn’t lift their lost luxury
Wait not working on wonders worried
Wake up! Watch out! Your Warmth is wanted

None but nun like you need to nourish nature
Sail not in senseless sea by searching
Technical treatment to torn top
Shun soaring speechless stupidity

@Raji❤