its official, she's dying...
darn! she thought
and then she thought again
how is it
to be dying unofficially, anyway?
does one need to know
death lurks nearby
to see things to live for
again? to give more
and love
with one's last breath
do hugs come warmer
when it evades death?
it's official, she's dying...
but arent we all?.. in time
some are told, some will have
to keep guessing
does it matter?
when, where, of what, and why?
she looks back
she knows, she loved, maybe
a hundred times
she sold her laughters
for a taste of pain
and pawned pains for
the feel of life
she's dying..
and she doesnt care
when gods come to judge
she'd curtsy with a smile
she may be dying..now
but she's proud she lived
every minute of her undying life
She sold her laughter.....
ReplyDeleteShe is proud she lived.....
Is this poem for youe self ? ( as you often say)
You words are making you cry I presume .
Ipersonally feel adumb anguish.
Is this Whhat you wanted your reader to feel.
i dont have any particular desire as to what readers should feel amiya ji..and to answer your question, fortunately or unfortunately, it's not for me, nor about me, im not dying :P ..but these are my personal thoughts on death..for now..that is..
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