Tombs of Corpses by Logeshwar Logeshwar

Logeshwar Logeshwar | June 9th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments


A steamed mirror guffawed the fallen rope,
Attached in it was not a man of hope!
The beach that lay across the garden dope,
Averse it rolled with not a soul to cope.

Buried tombs of Rome preceptory,
Haloed the coast past trodden rectory.
Up there he stretched a loop of golden corpse,
Encased in heaps along the mortal thorpes!

Poet Bio

Logeshwar is a fiction writer and filmmaker who primarily takes immense pleasure in exotic expressions and ecstatic writing. He writes simply because he believes “Art is Long and Life is Short”

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