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they said, i hoarse; they said, i sulk, they said...
Jayanta Oinam *
they said, i hoarse
they said, i sulk
they said, i fake
even when i was dying,
then one day,
one bright sunny day
i proclaimed thus:
death be my fren, in good and bad times
because, this living world
flowers, pretty damsels
blood and soul
they all think,
i fake
they all think
i hoarse
they all think
i sulk
when i die
when i cry
when i fight.
thus death becomes my best fren, and
he teaches me how to stand
he teaches me how to breathe
and he is always near me
waiting for me, every night!
and i never ask
how many frens you have got
and i will write poems
no matter he loves me or not!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . THis poem was written on 07/06/2009 . The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on January 10, 2010.
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