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Death’ at my Door
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Death at my Door
Death’ was busy and on his busy night,
it sat at my door to rest a while,
a murder down the street,
accidents on the dark highway,
a night worthwhile,
and so it sought nothing but rest,
Death’ was proud today,
proud to be, at its best.
The murmur of the souls on its carriage,
pulled across my door,
could it be for me, the last one,
to fill up its place,
how do I open my door, I shivered alone,
though I heard no sorrow,
there was no moan,
Spare me, I speak to myself, I am the only son,
Death’ stay here and rest
and let me sleep, I suggest.
The carriage stays, the murmur noisy,
why but, nobody could hear them,
was it waiting for me,
or was it just tired and resting as I am.
Then I think of the next day
and the springs that have brought the bliss,
a mother who sleeps in calm,
to enjoy with me, all this,
to share each joy,
So Death’ it’s not my soul yet,
I beg, I am her only boy.
Take thy carriage my dear friend wise,
you look tired and I am baffled,
its been time here at my door,
tell me, you wait here, in what disguise?
upon rest, upon wait, then I request,
for all the time spent here,
yes, I have been a better host
and you have been a good guest,
so spare me Death, Death’ my dear.
Good job on such a dark subject
@Ray,
Thanks a lot………….Appreciate……………………..
a very creative poem on Death
enjoyed reading it Ulhas Sir
i am making this one of my favorites
5 stars
@Parespeare,
Thank you so much sir…………….Thanks
amazing idea, so different & well versed 🙂
@viju,
Viju thanks for your comments
A dreaded subject, a chilling poem.
@Pramod Khilery,
Was it that horror or chilling…………anyways that was not the intension…….
Thanks sir for putting ur time and reading
yes its different
gr8
@rajdeep bhattacharya,
Thank you rajdeep sir……………………Thanks a lot
An altogether different poem, well written.
@medhini,
Thanks Medhiniji……………
Ulhas,
very good poem. Controlled thought flow. I like this.
“Spare me, I speak to myself, I am the only son,”
To consider death and think of others first…
“The murmur of the souls on its carriage,
pulled across my door,
could it be for me, the last one,
to fill up its place,
how do I open my door, I shivered alone,
though I heard no sorrow,
there was no moan,
Spare me, I speak to myself, I am the only son,
Death’ stay here and rest
and let me sleep, I suggest.”
^^ liked these lines very much.
I love reading these kinds of poems (since edgar allen poe is my fav. poet)<3 The rhymes that you made, were falling in place at the right moment & right time. Writing something dark&surreal is always a challenge since not many people appreciate it ): This poem is inspiring, hopefully I can write something as good as this 😀
ps; it's always good to smile and be positive, but sometimes we all need a little bit of tragedy or else life would get so boring ^_^