Daily Death

Bedspread like black waves,
awaits the kill tonight;

Pillows like puce slabs,
readies its arms to smash;

And night lamp like dark moon,
smirks with sadistic eyes.

In those waves, with haste, I plunge;
Against those slabs, I crash;

and beneath that moon, I fall
To die again, to live!

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Ershad Mazumder 04 September 2008

Yes Pradeep, thanks for really a good poetic expression. I liked it.

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Neha Kaushik 25 July 2006

hey beautifully expressed, its lovely work.

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