Tulsi Shrestha


Black - Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

BLACK
Don't call me the shadow of death
It really hurts my tender heart
Rather remind me as the spirit of your life
When you close your eyes what you see,
It too is black.
It is me again, who reminds you reality of
life and death.
The feelings that you express in a paper,
Aren't they black.
It's midnight sky that reveals Universe itself,
That's too black.
The color that envelopes world from hot Sun,
That is again me.

Topic(s) of this poem: color


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015



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