The last minute arrived
Explosive and fatal to life.
Prayers and chants
Enveloped the air.
Explosive and fatal to life.
Prayers and chants
Enveloped the air.
On the brink of death,
He confessed.
His wait was over!
But... no explosion?
In the deafening silence
His question remained...
He confessed.
His wait was over!
But... no explosion?
In the deafening silence
His question remained...
3 comments:
i am impressed woman!
hmmm... nice!! critiquing religion eh... I hope I managed to understand it right... it's good, shivika... and it's good that you sued the first person to begi the poem... I have heard people say that it's better that ways... rather than the third person all the time...
well I intended it to be a short story initially but ended up writing a poem, not really abt religion but tragedy and futility of love in present times...gosh!!! M I a pessimist!!!
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