Bidhu Patnaik Poet Free verse

The Devils Die Last

Give me back my innocence,
I wasted in the journey
When blood trickled down my last breath,
Inquisitively, I have been asked..are you dead?

So that’s why they call me devil as I die last..
I never cried tears; it was the toxins that came out.
I never exhaled air it was the repentance of my soul…still cursed, still starved.
Condemned by my miseries, I still live
Spitted upon by my own sweat……
Yes! I still live in me,
Cause the devil dies last.

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Wayne Hill September 27, 2013 at 9:34 PM A noble fight with the dark side....a very interesting write.

Varsha Tomar June 28, 2013 at 12:01 PM Although there's obviously no link yet through out my reading of this poem I had Salman Rushdie's 'Satanic Verses' on mind! A soul stirring read...and yes .. the devil dies last! sigh! Bidhu Patnaik June 30, 2013 at 2:25 PM I am honored,..thank you so much Varsha.

Poet Destroyer A June 22, 2013 at 11:19 AM Stopping by this one again... Bidhu, i hope you are enjoying the soup, or at least what you read. I hope you find the inspiration, cause you are a new favorite poet, and I want you to stick around here for a long long time... luv~ LINDA Bidhu Patnaik June 24, 2013 at 9:55 AM It feels great to be a part of Poetrysoup. There is so much inspiration around....Thanks again Linda.

Skat A June 19, 2013 at 8:23 AM yes, glad the devil was cast out... great ending.... SKAT Bidhu Patnaik June 22, 2013 at 3:45 AM Thank you so much SKAT.

Poet Destroyer A June 18, 2013 at 9:25 AM such a good write ,, I love the line, "spitted upon by my own sweat," enjoyed ~always, Lidna Bidhu Patnaik June 19, 2013 at 8:19 AM Thanks Linda.