Across the arch of years many a times
I tried invain
to revolt against
the bitter doom.
There is a stab-sense
bleeding me white
each day I hear
a desperate cry of my soul
to release itself
from the mortal pain!
A shadow of restlessness
creeps in my heart
And with ever wakeful eyes,
I watch each day-
the chaos dance of
Death-in-life.
I wish to die
but Death
generously throws me
in the arms of Life.
And Life smiles crooked
as I live to die
One more day!
wow!! interesting writings! :)
ReplyDeleteThank u Sandeep.Keep reading:)
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