The Still Cadaver
Am still, am at peace
For what I had and What I have
Better than dead, lying like a corpse
Physical pain can’t be felt
Nor any hurdle can stop me more
Look in my eyes and you’ll feel
The Grey shimmer of Death.
Spring is coming for you
But my autumn has yet not past
The cult of joy, the spring has
Seems not to stir my body
From this grave.
Gray scale is leading my life
And soon the black’s gonna raid it forever.
Just a premonition,
so that you fore-go this cadaver.
Copyright © Utpala Rai | Year Posted 2011
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