gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Death! death!


Death! death! where is death?
Call death here! let me see death.
What color is death?
Is it really black?
Or white? or red? or yellow?
Or purple? Or chocolate?

My little Aaeeshanee
Crying for chocolate
Crying for icecreame
Crying for so many things
And I am unable to supply anything
And I am aging aging aging.

Death is going away from me
Death is going away from me
Let me see death here at this moment
Let death come on its own
At its sweet will to my home
I have no time to wait for death.

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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death is nothing but haven for all who desire.

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