Man Died
Last night a man died,
There wasnt any blood
spilled,
Or sign of wounds
unhealed,
Or miffled screams of
horror,
Or any noise of
struggle, loud and
coarser,
Just a face which was
deeply mortified,
Just a corpse mumified,
To bury in darkness,
Last night a man died,
Some say it was a sad
accident,
At a wrong time, wrong
place,he arrived
To witness scene
indecent,
His wife pulling her
lover in with carnal lust,
And the man
conquerring her with his
Unquenchable thirst,
Last night a man died,
Some say it was a
suicide,
The rope had fell around
his neck,
When he was seduced
by her chaste peck
On his nervous lips,
And it tightened slowly,
eventually,
As her adulterous hand
rips
clothes of her
clandestine lovers,
Last night a man died,
Some say he was cruelly
murdered,
His trust with disdain
shattered,
The weapon was forged
in cheap hotel rooms,
And he paid price with
his doom,
Of one mistake he
commited as such,
To love and trust too
much,
One day his teary eyes
would have dried,
But there sadness would
still tell,
About the broken pride,
And about hatred which
with passing day,swells,
Anguish would still
whisper,
About a heartless
unchastened bride,
And a man who, one
night died,
And a man who, one
night died,
Copyright © Jagdeep Brar | Year Posted 2013
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