My hangman's desire

What if a hangman doesn't think that way?

What are you?

Are you a hangman?

Whose wrath I have incurred every now and then.

Where else would I live?

Apart from your robust metal cabinet,

Where I have vowed

To live till death do us part!

I am no bird

No wings I have to fly away,

From your all consuming anger

Don't you have a special quality in you called forgiveness,

In the face of all my wrong doings?

If you proffer this course,

The thoughts of how we feel while walking on a snowy evening

will be all reduced to  treading an uneven,dusty road

Where there will no posies,but only boughs.

Author's Note

thanks for reading

Reviews

[prajakta]

ah..loved it!beautiful language:-)

[fattycbreezy52]

thanks a lot girl:)