Poetry knocks the door of Heart
Resisting it, is a prick, if not
Complete death is better than half
But death has to be death first
Then it’s better to die.
Many were unwritten,
Few were tore off after writing.
To die is not poet’s wish,
To kill is not the birth of poetry.
Poetry comes to exist
From some unknown inspirations.
Being the life of poetry,
Proclaiming the poet’s death.
With his soul poet loves it—
Without fear of death.
When poetry becomes poetry itself
And dies an ‘Obligatory Death’.
For ages and ages
Readers walk in funeral procession
In the poetry of death of a poet.