A Locust and the old flame

He strums his old lute's melancholic whisper and the everlasting song.
Her lustre eyes will never get satisfied
And he cannot leave her in the lurch.
His mysterious entanglement and the lovelorn will be a long lasting Endeavour.
There is any loophole to let go the illusion?
And if not, the non-starter will burn in the sadism it seems.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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