And lastly she spent her nights on hilltop
And lastly she spelled a unbreakable silence
And lastly she told me by finger tips
Come and join my grave
And I refused to that tropical sun
And I refused to attain the blue moon
And I escaped by run
And yet I run not to stop
A grave chasing me naughty and greedy
A grave wants to suck my last breath
A grave forwarding too fast
Too fast to strangle the whole time!
Pranab k c
14/03/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem