Rakhi Oza

The Dead - Poem by Rakhi Oza

At the tick of mid, I walked through lanes of the graveyard.. The dead woke up and joined my way.. We walked for miles, we talked for miles.. We ended up sailing in the same boat.. I realized they were in a better state as they were just pure souls then!
They laughed over my weakness as their strength lied in their purity. I was the one with Mask between them!
They made fun of my helplessness as no dirty games were ever played by them. I was the Gray one between them!
They felt pity for my fake smile as they bear real tears throughout! I was the Painted face between them!
They were amazed when I shared my nightmares as their dreams were sacred indeed. I was the Isomanic bitch between them!

Topic(s) of this poem: blue

Comments about The Dead by Rakhi Oza

  • Saint Cynosure (11/19/2015 2:05:00 PM)

    Love it...its so good. (Report) Reply

    Rakhi Oza (11/19/2015 9:56:00 PM)

    Thank you.. means alot!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016

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