To Heal

'Tis how a muse conquering my slender age; 

Naked moments and a flightless gloom.

Dreams are unripe, but lively own; 

From thee, I fled unconstrained.

Sins discolored my retention when you hide from me, 

Solely then dwelt is my pathos.

And night's and days swept, sullen; 

Neath your heavens lodge, my lost ecstasy.

Every parent wants their bright child, 

Brighter, an ace can do morrow's shy lark.

wipe it my wickedness my lord! let my birth fulfill.

Let me serve you with in your cupid will, more radiant! 

you're giving me a life that i can heal; 

That tend me breath with you until my death and after.

                                                                                                                      Nithin Purple

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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nithin Purple is an Indian born post -diplomate, writer, poet and draughtsman, born and raised in, Kerala, is a man of hybrid curiosity with audacious dreams, Who like to tune his own fancied lute through the golden steps of literature and his evergreen fine artistic whim, which took a course in him to nurture his literary skills. He gives importance to cultural studies and science and astrology. A freak who runs back to revolving time, an antique fanatic who have nostalgic dreams to apply in poetry, prose or any sort of creative work. A graphic mind in him helps to force his boundless language that circles a passionate tinge to diffuse his, Career, He likes aggressiveness to keep his visionary ideas by freedom to think and work. He like to travel and experiment his eager thoughts where he is strongly fond of nature and all the, Forms of it.Literature is his keen strength and his sufferings..


Last updated May 02, 2015