The numb, pale old body
I gazed at the face, so blue
gazed at the veins
so prominent...stuck to the body outside
so cold & hard from inside.
Oh heaven! Oh heaven! hold on,
cure the body or else take on.
Such pain & sorrow
that clouded over him
as if he was reciting his last hymn.
Better take up the life
or take away his life.
Address death to pain
which would be justice done
but no more restrain.
Life is a game of god
two options to avail...losing life
or searching peace in pain.
Now let the soul rest in peace
reward his pain with a life in heaven.
Those eyes with tears of pearl on a faded face
had to part forever from the nameless grace.
Don't hold back this time...for I'll be the one to cheer much
at the final medal of life he wins
at his last breath...
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The quest for love and peace is the only reason that keep us going...we may die but our Soul can never...
ReplyDeleteHatssssssssssss off ngel,dis is wat i call a motley of feelings encapsulated in vessel of emotions
ReplyDeleteA fine work which envisages the tale of thought during pain n death
ReplyDeleteGud post.....The vivid picture of pain and sorrow and life is commendable...Keep up the good work. Waiting for ur next post.
ReplyDeleteA Perfect example of Brutal Optimism. Keep Rocking like same.
ReplyDeleteits really a gud one. good work . the style writing is also good.keep it up .
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