Oh You Haunt Me So

Oh You Haunt Me So short poem

I just can’t ever run away from you
You’re always present everywhere I go
It is your face on people that I see
A shadow anywhere that I may be

I sleep amidst your memory in bed
You figured in the prayers which I said
Each night, I find when I would come to dine
You’re seated on a chair across from mine

In my gazebo you’re the face I saw
And in the park, you sat on the seesaw
You paced the terrace as I grilled a fish
You’re in the kitchen as I cook a dish

You’re everywhere it seems around the house
In all the places there, your stalking goes
In corridors, your specter came to show
And also in the porch and bathroom, too

Oh no, please not inside the bathroom walls
Where you can then observe the protocols
Don’t let this happen, please for once, refrain
Hear your Napoleon, my Josephine.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Archana Sharma

Nice poem.. It describes the state of mind of a person who is not able to come out of the clutches of the past.. ..

Joseph C Ogbonna

This is very ingenius.I wish I could write like this.I love this write-up, I love it.


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