Devil Poet (March 8, / House 11B, Road 28, Dhanmondi R/A, Dhaka -1209, Bangladesh(Now live in Dhaka permanently.))
Poems by Devil Poet : 20 / 571
A Wartime Coffin
I am a deadman
There is none to carry my coffin
The street is barren, remote sound of boots
Barking of dogs are floatinf on the smoky air.
I shouldered my own coffin to the graveyard
Caretakers ask me
Who is this in the coffin
I replied, its me
Livings are fighting with vultures
Embedded journalists are all around
Medias are eating their own flesh
Its a time now
To carry your own coffin to the graveyard.
Devil Poet
Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Poems by Devil Poet : 20 / 571
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A very nice and touchy poem.
Last stanza is beautiful.
10+ for it.
A great poem indeed to be remembered for ever.I could see a glimpse of my poem GRAVEYARD. THANK U SIR.
sathya narayana
A wonderful methaphor indeed. thanks for sharing this nicely written poem.
take care,
melvin