Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Death-Bed

 

Your photo goes blurred

In the light of fading life.

Your words get merged

With groans of deathbed.

Your movement- it seems

To show the flight o'th' fire.

I lie.

I die.

I sigh.

I vie.

With myself.

With you.

With my memory.

With your memory.

My only hope--

When the fire will

Crack my skull--

And it will burst

Like cracker on a

Diwali night,

Memories will

Unite.

Yours and mine.

I shall get burnt away,

Delivering a new memory.

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