awhile…..i felt drowsy
a minute...i was dozy
a moment…I slept
one vial…pain is gone
one shot...faces were blurred
Prayer…...my last words
nubain is similar to anesthesia..it is a medical term...
So long and painful a process you had to come to utter the last word 'prayer'. Perhaps it is the destiny of human civilization also.....facing any strong jerking no other word will perform its act......simply the shelter will be perhaps your last utterance. Thank you much. And it is the way, personal pain, pleasure, agony, ecstasy of a poet becomes universal in poetry. Beside the above lines, I also request you to keep fix to your own style of expression, don't be impressed by other. Take it as a friends appeal. Thank you much and write more. Regards, 10+ pranab
Nubians are your final companions enjoy ‘Prayer’… thanks for sharing … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting ending there, one or the other may work. Thanks for the comment. Adeline