Daily Death - Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
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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