End Of A Story Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

End Of A Story

Rating: 4.8


A bell is chiming at a distance
The wind has stopped above
Folds of land as if in a trance

The soul is about to leave for
Its den somewhere above the sky
Silence will creep in as a shadow
Someone in the hut is going to die

The pyre will light up the eyes
Smell of charred flesh wakes up
The wolves as they run with cries

Friday, June 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

End of a story with the smell of charred flesh made the hungry wolves run with cries.Excellent.10

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Anil Kumar Panda 18 June 2017

Gratitude.

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