Necropolis - Poem by Sunil D'pudi
The West is still young
And she closed her eyes
To the throes of incest pain.
All through the evening
My heart was marinated in tears,
My throat choked,
My blood crystallized to the nostalgia of fatherhood,
My mind defied all logic
And my veins shuddered
To the fury of vengeance.
........as I throw
A handful of damp mud
On the corpse
I could still feel her tiny tots softly stamping my chest,
I could listen to a sprinkle of laughter,
I could still see a nascent beam in those half-open eyes.
Comments about Necropolis by Sunil D'pudi
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl