Mathews Ninan

Dead

Dead, dead, dead
Stone cold dead, sans
Warmth or breath
Lies my love for you...

Murdered by the jealousy
And hatred you bore
For those who mothered
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh...

No Phoenix is love
To resurrect from ashes.
Once dead
To dust it turns.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 2, 2010

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  • Ramesh RaiRamesh Rai (9/22/2014 9:42:00 AM)

    No Phoenix is love
    To resurrect from ashes.
    Once dead
    To dust it turns.
    Loved your ink. Invite you to read my Dead stone. Thanks for share.10

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