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The Second Wish
It is a symbolic poem,treating of DEATH and REALITY as its themes.Perhaps death is the ultimate truth.It demolishes the ivory towers of illusion and idealism.
A university lecturer in English literature;having reading and writing as the chief sources of inspiration and consolation.
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The Ill-Mannered Guest (Poetry) A symbolic poem, a monologue with the most mysterious character of the universe! [44 words] [Mystical]
The Second Wish
Give me the keys,
Oh,give them to me!
I want to sleep outside,
Even though it's cold
And damned DARK out there.
I can't sweat and fret here
Under this unfeeling,stubborn daze.
The unheard,wandering voice yells again.
Both my feet are long dead now,
Their static,odious carcasses
Lying flat on a round table
Reduced to mere
Brown,black laced leather,
Smelling of grass,charcoal,dust.
I swollowed up the poison of life
Of my own accord!
Let my cough bleed out this night.
Keep intact all your sound.
Help me sleep outside!
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"...?" -- Wolfa.
"The poem is one of those rare pieces of writing which have an ability to mesmerize and capture the readers. It is remarkable for its imagery, symbolic insight and fine composition. I do appriciate the poet and hope to see him again on the web." -- Nadeem, Pakistan.
"There r very strong lines, as: "The unheard,wandering voice yells again. Both my feet are long dead now", poet has wonderful apptitude towards spiritual and metaphysical poetry." -- Nasrullah Khan, Bahawalpur, Punjab, Pakistan.
"Your poetry's fucking gay. Just as you are fucking gay. Stop fucking gay. It is not the correct way to live. " -- Lawrence Fickface.
"Engaging... I have a problem with 'of my own accord'. It follows swallowing up life's poison. To me this means this line refers to 'living', which inevitably leads to death, and just as death (come by naturally) is not really a choice, so is life. By the way, in my darker moments as a non-believer, I think death is one great subject of art. I enjoyed reading it!" -- Iam.
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