Be one young or old, death casts its own spell on all...its charm frightening and awe-inspiring
Now read these short cuddled up lines...
Frightful night
Eerie wind…
No man on sight
Life; no hint
The lone walker
On country side
The cemetery near
From wall behind
Heard words clear:
‘One for you
One for me! ’
Rugged an’ rough
In tone repeat
Startled he stopped
Looked around
No one is seen
Moon missing
Awe; serene;
Stars hiding
Silence reigned!
Close he moved
Near shadow trees;
Wall inside
He now peeped
Darkness pierced
Breath dared!
What be there?
Two shadows weird!
Two Satan’s aids
Sharing souls?
Just released?
Repeating words
Suddenly stopped
Jackals howled
Far echoed!
Something heard
A thudding sound?
A voice now harsh
Came out rash:
‘The one there at
The entrance gate
I take: you wait
For the next in sight’!
Overheard he
Ran for life
No time to waste
Till another dies!
Few moments late
Two shadows moved;
Out of the gate
Two rag-men they
Came to sight
Picked up one
An apple there!
And walked straight…
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
9th September 2010
Life and death! ! Young and old. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes. Who isn't afraid of death? Thank you Edward for your nice response
Wow! you had me believing they were dividing souls among themselves, so relieved to see the surprise ending and find out it was about apples. You build up the suspense so well, nice posting. 10++
An apple a day drives the witchcraft away! Thanks for your jovial comment Luz. Liked a lot. Remain blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful story that grips the reader from start to the end. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.
Thank you Rose Marie. Glad you liked the suspense therein