Shah Surja

Silver Star - 3,112 Points (22/11/1985 / Dhaka)

Panic All Around - Poem by Shah Surja

Panic all around.
Dead bodies were bathing themselves,
Involve themselves in white shrouds,
Body, clothes, perfume sprayed,
Tur mountain burned soil - Kohl's colors, petals draw the eye.

They are all dead,
Lying in eternal rest,
Broke open the door of prison,
Every night - comes up from the grave,
Unpublished words - to express.

Auditorium them in my house
In their words - I'm writing a paper
Our meeting - is over in the morning.

Then, became busy - going every graveyard
Everyone goes back inside the tomb,
I just - from the out side
Every sunrise - making the door of tomb.

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Comments about Panic All Around by Shah Surja

  • (12/26/2015 11:29:00 PM)

    Wow... It's a different touch! Like the poem.. Thanks dear poet (Report) Reply

    Shah Surja (1/1/2016 11:43:00 AM)

    Welcome, and thank you dear :)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 10, 2015

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