The Witch | Poem

Who is this witch?

And, what is her craft?

You could name it way you feel.

I feel everything everytime,

The first time.

Is this a cursing or a blessing?

Right now, it feels a curse.

Later, I could not tell.

Time’s taking my time,

Which meant for you, dear.

I’ll be back.

And, if I don’t,


Remember me.

Pray for me tonight,

And, ask for me.

Someone will listen!

Listen to my silence, dear!

I’m waiting. I’ve patience.

The hatred sisters demand me.

And, I demand acceptance.

Tonight, take me with you,

Hold me in your arms,

And, say the words to be last.

©Suraj Jangid


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