Shouvik Roy

Rookie - 9 Points (26th january 1992 / Kolkata)

Insidious Death - Poem by Shouvik Roy

I have killed you a thousand times,
Oh! Yes I have; with my words so rude,
And voice crude, I stabbed you right in the chest,
You bled and dropped dead…
With appalling eyes, and broken ties
I penetrated your soul,
Made a hole; for you to fall.

And now your anguished ghost,
Haunts me with that wound in the chest
And the grotesque hole,
Day and night, I fight the hideous sight…
My death is nigh thus;
A death insidious.

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  • (2/15/2013 9:38:00 AM)


    well done work seem more in you face in the beginning then get magical near the end (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013



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