Shipra Agarwal


Death By Circles - Poem by Shipra Agarwal

All my words come cloaked in similar colored garbs
It's time to change the ink I guess, or the ink pot.

Oh but, this is blood I'm writing with,
Since when? I try to remember; I cannot.

Ah then, I'll break this quill against my bones
and bleed myself dry.

Foolish songs! take your leave,
It's time for your poet to die.


Comments about Death By Circles by Shipra Agarwal

  • Saadat Tahir (5/9/2012 6:24:00 AM)

    eeeeks a bit dark...even if nicely done...

    ended on a AWOL note.....if you listen to music

    NO]]? ?

    well too bad....nice poem anyway
    be happy

    :)
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012


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