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Oblivion | A Poem (Sonnet) by Ashish Walia at UpDivine
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Oblivion, you inspire me to write.
How much I hate your amnesia,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the spinal anesthesia.

Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more callous and more malicious.
Fierce frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime is bloody red delicious.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your Appetite and appetite.
Thinking of your dire vaccum fills my days.
My hate for you is the horrific height.

Now I must away with a grumpy heart,
Remember my mean words whilst weโ€™re apart.

Oblivion | A Poem (Sonnet) by Ashish Walia at UpDivine
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About the Author: Ashish Walia

Writer | Poet | Traveler | Human


  1. Your poem is thought-provoking. I like the especially the striking contrasts and the depiction of winter with robins: they emphasize your state depicted in the poem. I thought for a longer time on the layers of your writing before sending this comment. I like your poem.

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