Waiting Death Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Waiting Death
pages of the holy book are turned
letters are seen with
the help of a power glass
the night bulbs are eyes
yellowish and dim and smell of
dead moths rushing to its heat
he leans twice
once from the waist
making impossible possible
from outside comes
the burning smell of a dead body
through the windows
At night bulbs glow and these shower light on us. During aging a man feels trouble in watching. When he tries to read he feels difficulties. Either he uses glass or uses power glass and reads the content. Lenses make impossible to possible. Old age life is like that. At every step care is needed. A mind-blowing poem is nicely written!
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from outside comes the burning smell of a dead body through the windows