Death In My Hands Poem by DICKSON MSETI

Death In My Hands



Hellow, i took a pen to write a story,
the story that seemed scary,
but liked by those bully,
Now they want another story,

The story that gave them money,
money that brought them honey,
the honey that made them hurray,
Now am a wanted as i refused,

the story came from my brain,
which accereleted to my hand,
decorated with my pen,
through my fascinating fingers,

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khaleelulla Syed 05 May 2011

its a good mixture of words, nice rhythm continue

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Pranab K Chakraborty 04 May 2011

Something shocking can't be the pleasant catastrophe at all. Better you yourself try to be a story...no need of writing then. Regards, pranab

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