My Raincoat - Poem by RUDRA KINSHUK

My raincoat,
spattered with mud sweat,
dry leaves and yellow grass
hangs from a nail.
I traveled yesterday
along the narrow path
beside the reserved forest.
Rains, heavy and pulsating
of member of the vivacity.

Night. Spasmodic
darkness around.
And I gradually get wet
and found seeds busting to plants.

The raincoat, on the nail
reminds met of my life
and my death, painful
and rewarding I experience.
Raincoat, my raincoat,
My God and annihilator…

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 3, 2010

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