O Death be proud
Thou dost not die
You do live
With those whose kin you spy
Or have already abducted
Or on whom you stalk
Daily it is you
Who, with me, walk
It is you I see all around
In every moan and every sound
The screech is yours is the piercing scream
The burning pyres, still graves, flowing ashes in gushing streams
All things bloom only to wilt
All marry life so Consummatum est! / (it is finished!)
March 3, around 10 pm
2 comments:
got to know that you got the m m bhalla and so thought will check out your blog(very recently did i get to know that you do have one, so excuse my not being here before!).firstly CONGRATUATIONS!!will love to know which poem got the prize.
and secondly, read this poem of yours....very good flow i must say(was it in one of the lectures did you write?!!all the time i thought that aruni is taking fervent notes, it turned out that he was writing for one of his columns!!) and i love the title!!such defiance!!
congrats once again and take care.
well a prize seems to be good publicity is all i can say! :D
n 2 poems got the prize... on of them called I AM THE WORD is on the blog, the other one is untitled, fragmentary, a long poem, that actually I am not very comfortable sharing! :P but i guess it may come out in the mag now... so... maybe u can read that then
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