Vishal Sharma

Freshman - 869 Points (10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

Seventh Seal - Poem by Vishal Sharma

death has no face
no colour
no taste
no delay
it comes when it comes
goes never alone
seeing have you?
it has no fear
no tear
no kindness
it comes when it comes

play with the death
have you ever?
death will bless
in the game of chess
defeat and die

let the game begins

village full of ghost
full of evils
and death.

one die there
anyhow the sad news
death came and
showed his face.
death is a beauty
for those who die
a warrior death
and thus happened so.

death cries
the seal has returned
the seventh one


Comments about Seventh Seal by Vishal Sharma

  • Veteran Poet - 1,295 Points Robinson (5/15/2013 3:50:00 PM)

    Yes I have played with death. It comes in many ways, always in a reflection of our imagination. Fear dear, loathe
    death, embrace it . It's nature's way of saying something's wrong. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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