Dhanya M G

Rookie (Bangalore)

A Worried Man - Poem by Dhanya M G

I know not why they haunt me
ceaselessly pecking and prodding my back
through the day, through the night
diffusing shades of grey into sublime white.

Marooned I am in a ghostly night,
sounds I hear are all illusory whimpers,
for I know it is an exercise in disconcerting silence.
Is it the ghost of the past,
unremittingly digging a grave dark and deep?

I worry more and deeper the shovel pushes me in,
I become the ground for an avalanche of morbid mud.
Before the tomb is laid, the undertaker stares a deathly stare
'Your constant worrying dug this grave, RIP! ! '.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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