I felt my touch cold
That is when I started
to make my mind bold
It fired the fringe of a final moment
Luck put my life at stake
which as I understood
is virtual and fake
though the pain has never been clement
The mighty herald told me it’s the end
The time now gave
a life that will win a bend
I ran allover the life’s good breadth
I asked “When would you come?”
The pale reply was
“When you lose your gum”
That was the voice of the Death.
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2 comments:
nice work man..
keep writing..
-ankit (http://suarsuar.blogspot.com)
gud post..thought provoking..its more than a death wen someone dies mentally but still he is far away from his actual death..much hurting n pathetic living a life even after losing all interest from his own life..nice poem..but i think it would be the Realism of death rather than the molody of death..anyways..grt work!!
keep going..
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