Midas Touch

Megha's World


I was waiting,

waiting eternally for

that Midas touch

a touch so divine

which will turn my pitiful

existence into gold

and will leave me

mesmerized and enamored

a beauty,

gilded and chiseled to the core


I fervently wait for that  divine touch 

but your scathing anger 

incinerate my soul

and stirs me from within

leaving a charred pile

of ashes and cinder

spilling out of its mold

And all that insults

dripping from

your sullen mouth

and ashen heart



manly ego

turned my

ephemeral self

to a bleeding lump of gold.

Photo by Daniel Curran on Unsplash



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