There it was a deadly silence, grasping all around!
The insects rejoiced, slowly crawling, causing yet no sound.
Pitch darkness prevailed then, all across the land!
And there walked a human figure, a lit-up lamp in his hand.
His face was shady, invisible, his eyes carried a glow,
A blurred vision of stealthy steps that was, in the show.
His other palm gripped a sword, with slowly dripping blood!
A shivering story was in the making, as he fell down in the mud!
The burning lamp was lying beside, thus lighting up his face,
It was dawn and the sun came on, wiping out the grimace.
And shining bright under the light he took his last breath,
There he was, my own conscience, dying a painful death!
Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri
a fantastic the most terrifying poem i ever read seriously you are the brilliant of all sir just brilliant, thank you for sharing, love payal
one is amazing Really great writing I like your new style, keep it up sir
Death is merely a moment standing still for all eternity... Nice write, thanks for sharing...
Liked this poem heaps. Great rhyming and emotive words. I wonder what he had been doing with the sword?
As I read through the poem, I felt some kind of antogonist God of death was walking like as in Indian Puranas how the character Yaman/Kaalan will come to take the soul away. This poem is intense, to an extent threatening and has a wonderful ending twist! I read twice and the imagery you have created is pretty hard to go!
Death however it is described lurks around every corner and hides in every crevice. It has as a story all of its own. Sometimes it is called the Grim Reaper. The conscience is what reminds us of what is good and bad. When it dies woe to all mankind! A thought provoking write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem.... i like it.. i like it..