Monday, December 20, 2010

On a near death experience

The blood splattered all across the floor, struggling for the last gasp of breath
Hung in where it was the most unusual
will it come to me too with clasped jaws, where even a shriek would not escape me
While I might be stinking atthe margins or be at the centre of it all

Was it I who did it or it came through me?
While I still shudder at the sight, the pen gives way through shaking
I know it was an elegy of something which had died while someone was living

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