The Killer Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Killer
They cut me piece by piece
Like I am a lump of meat
They use sharp cutter so that
I may not know when I get cut
They drink my blood as if I
Am a sweet spring of summer
They do it slowly so that I
May not feel dry all of a sudden
I am going to die I know
My eyes are half closed and
I can feel the sharp edge of
Steel running through my heart
It is the end of a life
A life half lived with honesty
But they have their own rules
Obey or die no second choice
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4/24/2024 8:42:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is A most precious NOTE of great importance and a keen philosophy about life that has not been lived with honesty as you have mentioned that in your last stanza. I cite that here a few lines: It is the end of a life A life half lived with honesty An excellent poem about a life led in a dishonest way. I admire the moral in this ompressing poem. Thank you for sharing. A 10+++++++++++++++ for the Vote.
Greatly inspired by your awesome comment Sylvia. Thanks for rating 10++++..... Regards.
small error, must be IMpressing, thank you.