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The lullaby of death

Poetry By: sitting ponderer

Oh... I am writing this poem in a very sorrowful moment. It was just that my aunt was sick for quite a while, and she died today ;;
I wanted to write a poem, a remarkable one actually for my aunt. I did a BIG mistake. I didn't write anything WHILE i had that melancholy in the past few days, so when the melancholy settled; i couldn't write something fantastic. So today, i just sat down and tried my best to write the best sonnet i've ever written and dedicate it to her. At least what was supposed to be a sonnet.. read on, you'll understand what I mean.

Submitted:Sep 11, 2008    Reads: 199    Comments: 25    Likes: 5   

A breath of death is enough to arrest a life,

Until today It was another being,

The one who sat, who ate, who drank, but seen

The spirit of death unto herself, she strives

To escape the wreath she tried her best to revive...

I couldn't finish the poem; the 5 lines written above took me about 45 minutes. After which i went for prayers, when i returned i thought of finishing the poem. As I took the pencil in my hand, i got the news that my aunt just died... How ironic?
if you don't get my point, then please reread the poem. A sonnet is of 14 lines, but i've thought NOT to finish this poem... This poem is dedicated to my aunt. Please please please, don't criticise on this as a "poem". Had i finished this, it would've been marvelous.


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