He has a morbid fear of crowds and the doctors diagnosed the sickness as ' Ochlophobia'.
In the day time he locks himself inside and he goes out in the middle of the night.
He invites his best friend the handsome death for a chat
Where he lives nearby the cemetery,
But the death says ' it's too early my dear and also your ticket is not valid yet for the departure,
Please be calm and stay comfortably and I'll knock at your door
When the express train stops at the station of Goodbye.'
Evocative, haunting and very poignant. We all know about that station called, 'Goodbye'.. The whistle of the train gets a little closer every day. A powerful write, my friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
A fascinating and delightful read, Nimal. I really enjoyed the unique perspective. Regards, Don
This is an amazing poem Nimal, penned with great insight and wisdom - your 'death' is so polite and charming - he gives the sombre subject of your poem a light touch. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a very versatile writer brother, this one is very moving and touching indeed...great one...I liked it regards with love shan