GONE IN DARK BLACK SHELL
IT IS GONE…
This is quite after the sunset
While standing before
Bright light
My shadow is seen behind,
When the bright light is vanished
All are merged in darkness
Searching on shadow
Where it is gone?
It has gone away
As it is immersed in Darkness
She is gone away as breath is stopped
She is passed away
Never returned just as
Shadow is lost in darkness
Buried in dark-black shell
Never to come back
-ayyan- 08062010
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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