O My Living, O My Life Poem by ROCHISH MON

O My Living, O My Life

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I am being drawn
With name-less colors
With unseen lines
By breed-less brain-

I continue as a process…
I am moving
In senses and non-senses…

Like the unwanted wind
When death comes

I will be a disappeared picture
After that
Will I be in any other structure?

O my living, O my life,
Please be with me at every juncture.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: LIFE
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