Honeymoon Homophones Poem by Mandira Mitra

Morning, mourning dawn
Faint, feint grief
Thrones thrown my way
Offer no relief.

Hurts lurk in dark hearts
Aloof a laugh echoes in guts
Feet perform feat
I’s open, eyes shut.

Torn, turn asunder
Wrest, unrest for peace
Hills beckon heels
Kanchenjunga, Achilles’.

Mists, mysterious crows
Pick, peek on bones
Tired, tiered snows
Reign, rain faulty homophones.

I run, iron dreams
In-crease, de-crease passion
Fold neatly. Forget. Absolve.
He sleeps. My worlds revolve.
He switches dreams, treacherously
Turns back on me: it burns.
Law of diminishing returns.

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