Death Poem by Indranil Bhaduri


Rating: 4.6

There it was a deadly silence, grasping all around!
The insects rejoiced, slowly crawling, causing yet no sound.
Pitch darkness prevailed then, all across the land!
And there walked a human figure, a lit-up lamp in his hand.
His face was shady, invisible, his eyes carried a glow,
A blurred vision of stealthy steps that was, in the show.
His other palm gripped a sword, with slowly dripping blood!
A shivering story was in the making, as he fell down in the mud!
The burning lamp was lying beside, thus lighting up his face,
It was dawn and the sun came on, wiping out the grimace.
And shining bright under the light he took his last breath,
There he was, my own conscience, dying a painful death!

Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri

Vikram Basu 21 September 2012

Very interesting poem.... i like it.. i like it..

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Payal Parande 13 September 2012

a fantastic the most terrifying poem i ever read seriously you are the brilliant of all sir just brilliant, thank you for sharing, love payal

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Kelvin Owusu 13 September 2012

you have a great style of writing another good piece of poetry

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Bitopan Malakar 13 September 2012

Wow...! ! this one is amazing. Really great writing. keep it up.

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Bolah Lawal 10 September 2012

I love your style, keep it up.

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Rumi Roy 07 November 2014

Superb writing! Simply...

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Marvin Brato 24 September 2013

Excellent write, quite a reality...death!

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Rituparna Sen 07 September 2013

Brilliant! It's a gem!

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Aswath Raman 16 August 2013

As I read through the poem, I felt some kind of antogonist God of death was walking like as in Indian Puranas how the character Yaman/Kaalan will come to take the soul away. This poem is intense, to an extent threatening and has a wonderful ending twist! I read twice and the imagery you have created is pretty hard to go!

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Patricia Grantham 25 July 2013

Death however it is described lurks around every corner and hides in every crevice. It has as a story all of its own. Sometimes it is called the Grim Reaper. The conscience is what reminds us of what is good and bad. When it dies woe to all mankind! A thought provoking write.

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