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Thursday, December 17, 2009
HE IS DEAD
Eyes shrouded by creeping darkness, as he tries to glimpse
Words twisting as his lips lose motion, as he tries to converse
Rushing pain along the body, like a thousand needles prod
He feels his parting soul, as the body turns dead
Lay he still in his death bed, like a wooden pawn
As he wakes to see, his loved ones moan
He sees his lamenting wife,“I’m fine” he wishes to tell
How hard he shouts, to no one’s ears his words fell
He sees his child weeping, near his carcass
He tries to wipe her tears, as hands lay motionless
Left alone for others to see
In a cocoon beyond which no one could see
Here he is, reaching his final destination...!!!!!
posted by Ihshan at 7:36 AM
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