Treasure Island


(24 06 1984 / Thaleekkara)

‘Death is an art.'

The surging waves in the sea
Tempt me.
The deep steep valley
Summons me
The poison poured by a friend
Allures me
The long deep river in the heaven
Beckons me
The blood sucking lips of her
Bewitch me
The moment I taste death
I know,
The moment I am in God.
Each soul relishes the taste of
The death
The moment I am eternal.
Death is an art, I swear
Not all can do it well.
But a few enters the garden
Of death: joyous, carefree.

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2012

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  • p.a. noushad (9/12/2013 9:13:00 PM)

    Dear, your verses delve into the sea of feelings.Your poetry collection BEYOND EYES touches my soul and I feel that charms of poesy assume different manifestations. (Report) Reply

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