I painted the canvas
with my death
the brush got struck
in few colours
probably the death
has no colours.
I played the game
of my death
the dice got struck
in few moves
probably the death
has no motion.
I planted the seed
of my death
it did not grow
even for days
probably the death
has no yield.
death... the absolute stagance of body... not of the soul.............................
Great work dear... how dare you are looking towards death.. poetic.. jaleel
The moment has stilled...in the analogy u used to portray the characted of death. Its lovely and a good example of understanding this state of being, of life.
i liked how you put it together i write about death alot to ay its a part of life its like death & life unite in one romance no matter how different we are we share the same path
mubeen, hello, are you well? death is massive and you are i hope not courting death death it seems to me that you are saying has no shape or form or reason it comes along and you are embraced like a shroud, pretty blunt i like blunt rock face lyrics
It is miracle seed, You sow it in this world, It crops else where. CP
Maybe a morbid expression unwelcome thought to many but it instill reality that conveys every truth there is about death expected and the unexpected end now death comes to everyone in due time.
I planted the seed of my death it did not grow even for days probably the death has no yield.... Nice flow....You have started with a great one....the fact for all of us...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tremendous poem on teh theme of death, death has always enchanted me, by its riddlic beauty.so strikingly composed, wonderful imagery on the 3 stanzas. thanx