i stood on the platform he erected to seek higher knowledge. though i've left that platform, but it remains the foundation of my educational pursuit. He died recently and the guilt of never saying "thank you Sir" holds me sway.
Good night Baba.


a sting of life in death

the night fell unannounced
in a sudden
and the womb of earth smiled
in a hilarious undertone.
the surging of the crowd
in wails and pain
a loud whisper narrowed
to the bowels beneath.
the seed of men are void
and breathe on void
a new tenant awaits
the generous grave.
men, oh men
of the great pride of earth
in vanity lies
your toils and fame
Man,
seed of generations
held in deaths sepulchre
where lies your strenght.
Death! smile,
a sting of life
lies in you.




Poetry by whisperinvoiz
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Written on 2009-08-23 at 21:35

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