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 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
Hurrying...pacing fast the time...
Can you hear my beats..its so **** loud!
What my time would be of value..
Standing on the mount of death....
****** **** me...beat me with a cane!
Do something, just don't leave me insane!
Cops crowding my doorway to listen to some ****!
Nothing, just those insominate fools!
I have also been through dark alleys
And the dead bodies have also been carried..
But have i cut my neck and fed it to the birds?
Trust me, this world is an opportunity not a curse!
Maybe you'll not be in a mt. Rushmore head
But yes...you'll get 10% of it...
To make your parents proud
With sweat and blood they cried out loud!
Just not to see you in the mount of death....
Just take a step ahed.......black.
 Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
The sky darkened
Drawing a coat of black around me
Quick drops of raindrops
Fell on my arms making me feel

Guilty though i'm not
Still showered in teardrops
I said" it wasn't me"
But believe me, you wouldn't stop

You said "lov me more"
But i said that i couldn't
You fell on my knees begging
But i was too immersed in my thoughts

To listen to your pain
To feel it in my vein
Burning in my throat
In blood that i had soaked..

Just say it, pierce in me
The feeling that i had felt
Oh hell!
Why should it be?
The thing that i regret in me..
Ought to be
Black love.

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