MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

Blues II

Shayan Sarkar

I will keep this for later.
This loneliness.
This pain.
This unending cycle of thunder and storm
that reign my heart:

I will let it remain.

Later when I am traveling on a distant train,
or on some nights of unending rain:
maybe then, maybe then
there will be time for
me and all the rhyme,
to sit and talk of my life in vain.