Pradeep Dhavakumar Poems
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When The Clock Strikes 12 (A New Year Poem)
Like the eyes of a warrior that shuts
for a while and rejoins the battle;
Like the wings of a bird that freezes
for a minute and continues its flap;
Like the soul in heaven that rests
for a day and returns to earth;
Let time shut its eyes, wings and soul
And be reborn as a better, brighter year!
Bedspread like black waves,
awaits the kill tonight;
Pillows like puce slabs,
readies its arms to smash;
And night lamp like dark moon,
smirks with sadistic eyes.
In those waves, with haste, I plunge;
Against those slabs, I crash;
and beneath that moon, I fall
To die again, to live!