Awsaaf Ali

Rookie - 10 Points (27th August 1997 / Hyderabad, India.)

Death: Ii - Poem by Awsaaf Ali

Frozen blood o' thee lie,
I stareth thy te'rs crawleth,
Numb fingers o' thine,
De'd rose, soken wine,
Waitin' fo' the soul o' mine,
Tranquility ami'st us flasheth,
Melancholy too faces death,
Reminiscences t'en frozeth,
Whispers face silence,
Thy pouch, ink bleedeth,
Thy feather shrinketh,
Knees, the ground, no more toucheth,
Thy body, und'r my roof, freezeth,
My soul, fr'm thy body, drifteth.


Comments about Death: Ii by Awsaaf Ali

  • Rookie - 369 Points Shania K. Younce (3/24/2014 11:04:00 PM)

    You write poems of death quite well. Bien! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014


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