Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Melody of death

I felt my touch cold

That is when I started

to make my mind bold


It fired the fringe of a final moment


Luck put my life at stake

which as I understood

is virtual and fake


though the pain has never been clement


The mighty herald told me it’s the end

The time now gave

a life that will win a bend


I ran allover the life’s good breadth


I asked “When would you come?”

The pale reply was

“When you lose your gum”


That was the voice of the Death.

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