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Raven Heart
Mihir Vatsa
Here I wait,
And there she grows.
In the toughest of the nights,
Drifting through the soggy street, I see.
With no nonsense umbrella to cling on,
Without a flaw in her motion.
She flies like a fairy in those tales,
And here I wait, silencing my desires.
She has enquired about me,
Also, she is aware of my hunger.
And tonight when this night is a monster,
I see her gliding to where I stand.
In absolute surrender with no invitation,
As cold as a corpse, she descends.
And here I stand, dead at her sight,
Waiting to arrest her in my cuffs.
She arrives, yes, she does.
I comb my fingers through her hair.
She looks up at me with same slain eyes,
And sends my raven heart flying away.
Mihir Vatsa has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mihir's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mihir's latest works: