Deceased Mourning DoveA Poem by Anand Sehgal
Shoot me and destroy my chest ,
without giving even a second thought; Wait and watch , until I die . After you see an intense vermillion patch passionately spreading over my stainless shirt , you might like to carve on the forehead of my carcass- "Deceased Mourning Dove" Rest assured that, by taking my life , you won't invite the scourge of God. To let you know, Since the prehistoric ages my life has always been valued by the metallic cartridges , not by the currencies you deal with. Tremored, taken aback , Since time immemorial I have remained the same ; speechless forever, in the ancient, prescribed way. © 2013 Anand SehgalFeatured Review
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Added on September 10, 2013Last Updated on September 10, 2013 Tags: Prose Poem, Imagery, Narration AuthorAnand SehgalKolkata, IndiaAboutA graduate researcher, A writer, A poet, A singer, A composer,An actor..............An artist by heart more..Writing
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