Kenebo Rajkumar

Rookie - 55 Points (Manipur, India)

Unborn Angel - Poem by Kenebo Rajkumar

I died before you born
You yet not born too.
So, I’m still dying for you.
Have been waiting for my angel
Spring after spring, my spring never comes.
Lay under the my grave
Inside the poor coffin of 1945
There full of ghost procreating
Old cemetery of Second World War:
Woke up during the rainy nights
After the traffic got slim in the city
Afraid to the beggars
They begged me soul to my soulless body,
To let them live longer
Saw inside the window of the bars and pubs
Human fleshes soul
If I were there
I would not be skeleton anymore
Street dogs and slut lasses were making wild.
Before the street lamps off
I came back to my coffin again
My another soul prayed for me
To reborn in one fortunate day
I always thrust for my life among man.
Death anniversary comes again
With the drops of the tears
Banquet of colorful flowers, orchids, garlanding me:
Staring to the crowed
Till the dews of midnight
Though yet not found my angel here.
By the twilight comes
By the pangs burning out
Eagerly waiting for the petal of roses
From my unborn angel


Comments about Unborn Angel by Kenebo Rajkumar

  • Godfrey Morris (5/10/2012 5:12:00 PM)


    Very interesting the concept of reincarnation. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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