I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired দ্বারা sightless eye.
Words tainted, দ্বারা the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
প্রণয় comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do আপনি guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired দ্বারা sightless eye.
Words tainted, দ্বারা the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
প্রণয় comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do আপনি guys think?
What is the pain we enflict on each other
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the প্রণয় that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned আরো than excepted?
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the প্রণয় that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned আরো than excepted?