Death
By neha bhat
Death. Death. Death. Everywhere just Death. Death. Death. Nothing but Death. Death. Death. Littered on streets Death. Staring in your face Death. Creeping from behind Death. Stabbed in your heart Death. Only death Nothing else Just Death, death and More death. Up and down Right and left Across divides Across lines Simply death. Gory. Ghastly. Scary. D.E.A.T.H.here in my hometown in western india communal riots r on a rampage and the scene in the poem is the literal scene out here on streets thanks neha Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 04:34 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Death. Death. Death...."