The Lesson Poem by Abhay Lodha

The Lesson



I keep on dying again.

Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.

Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge.
The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.

They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

Saturday, January 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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