Waiting for the verdict,
but the sentence is already given.
The jury recited,
I shall never be forgiven.
Sitting on the corner
In my life’s cell.
I waited as I perspired
getting the hell’s bell
I wake up in the morning.
I got my ablutions done.
Grandfather clock was ringing,
I waited for my turn.
As the Hangman prepared his ropes.
I walked to the podium.
My counsel came running by.
“Stop!” he said, there was a pandemonium.
“There has being a plea”, he said,
while catching his breath.
The jury has decided that
Death is delayed
for one more day.
© Tarun Mitra
6 comments:
Hmm, the irony.
Oh. Good portrayal of the near-to-death situation. Nice work. You are good at poems.
hmm gud one but smething was missing and nw plz dont ask me wat ???
coz i also dont knw
too good one.. i dont think something is missing from it.. short complete and beautiful
@ Mridula, thats the way life is. Thanks for your comment.
@Megha, Thanks
@ Shivani, I think u wish to see me die ;)
@ Driven, Thanks yaar...
gud 1 tarun keep up d gud work wid loads of luck
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