looking for the exit?
My friend, dont try...
the passersby will laugh
for they had tried it all
The clutches are too strong
The tale is too long
The ears have to move along
to hear the rhythm of that rugged song.
the mercury is rising
you are all alone
the end is near
the truth and the fear
And comes the death with salted tears..
life is like a casino show...at the exit one is infact made to re-enter...the truth on this darkness has been brightly presented...and that too in beautiful words...10
death with salted tears expressed very well...mercury rising and pulse falling...the body dies down
very deep and engaging write. always enjoyed your work. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
marks 10. the nicest and the richest. happy new year. shan