Wednesday, March 3, 2010

My Dead Body On a Hand Cart

as i wont be going
to the shia cemetery
this time
just me my
incomplete rhyme
deleted from
her heart
one last time
my dead body
on a hand cart
a memory
of a life time
falling
in love
was my
only crime
she has
already found
a replacement
in the mean time
while a new
mountain
once again
I climb
soulless
without a dime
for a woman
love is
only a pastime

The Elegy on the Death of a Mad Poet

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