Writer's cramp

Not only the muscles of the hand
his heart too got cramps
and the writing paper refused,
pen has hidden somewhere.
Candle it burned to the last stage
wax like his tears
Grand father clock stopped.
A cicada's chirp the resemblance of his heartbeat.
His fiancee has eloped
with his best friend
and there is no way
to express his misery.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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