Death With Mirth Poem by Bohari Mohammad

Death With Mirth



When, I close my eye everything goes dark
A spy enter from hole
Kissing my head, takes soul apart
Leaving the white ash

Rain falls, but sigh is absent
The coal is vacant
Ready to sink and wrought
Thunder bolts rings with dead message, no doubt

End comes and i become a fuel
For this mother i made cool
i wash myself and did with the mirth
My blood flows in the vessels of the earth

Saturday, July 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: imagination
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is imaginary it is the poem written after death like a body is telling something after death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruma Chaudhuri 26 July 2014

You are a little boy but you are a great poet indeed. I am amazed. Excellent job.

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