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the night i died

By neha bhat

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The night Silent and bare. Stars hanging gloomily Their brightness too dim Even to light a heart. Mournful, serene And devastating Were the surroundings. Not a leaf moved. Not a sound heard. Not a word said. Nothing. But plain piercing silence. Silence. Death Was hanging heavy in the airs. Its heaviness far and wide spread. By the sea shore— All were standing. Yeah. There they stood. My people Sad, mourning and in a funeral. With unshed teary eyes. And there I was Lying Motionless. Sedate. Calm and pacified As if in a sleep. Only I was Dead. And the pyre?  Ready to be burnt. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 03:35 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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