Mubeen Sadhika

My Death

I painted the canvas
with my death
the brush got struck
in few colours
probably the death
has no colours.

I played the game
of my death
the dice got struck
in few moves
probably the death
has no motion.

I planted the seed
of my death
it did not grow
even for days
probably the death
has no yield.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011

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  • Sumira Sarai (10/16/2009 6:49:00 PM)

    i liked how you put it together
    i write about death alot to
    ay its a part of life
    its like death & life
    unite in one romance
    no matter how different we are
    we share the same path (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Casey (9/29/2009 12:46:00 PM)

    mubeen, hello, are you well?
    death is massive and you are i hope not courting death
    death it seems to me that you are saying has no shape or form or reason it comes along and you are embraced like a shroud, pretty blunt i like blunt rock face lyrics (Report) Reply

  • marvin brato (8/25/2009 4:35:00 AM)

    Maybe a morbid expression
    unwelcome thought to many
    but it instill reality that conveys
    every truth there is about death
    expected and the unexpected end
    now death comes to everyone in due time. (Report) Reply

  • Kafil Uddin Raihan (8/3/2009 2:23:00 PM)

    I planted the seed
    of my death
    it did not grow
    even for days
    probably the death
    has no yield....
    Nice flow....You have started with a great one....the fact for all of us... (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (7/25/2009 2:41:00 AM)

    planted the seed
    of my death
    it did not grow
    even for days
    probably the death
    has no yield.....deads never respond dear.. any attempt to revive or anything does not yield anything... lovely poem...10

    read mine i sell my soul and i am disgrace (Report) Reply

  • Reetesh Sabr (7/21/2009 10:03:00 AM)

    The moment has the analogy u used to portray the characted of death.
    Its lovely and a good example of understanding this state of being, of life. (Report) Reply

  • premji premji (6/26/2009 5:34:00 AM)

    the absolute stagance of body...
    not of the soul............................. (Report) Reply

  • R.k Das (6/16/2009 5:44:00 AM)

    tremendous poem on teh theme of death, death has always enchanted me, by its riddlic strikingly composed, wonderful imagery on the 3 stanzas.
    thanx (Report) Reply

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