|Enticement for greendeath Comment|
|Poem by nabin posted on 12.02.12|
|"Enticement for greendeath"|
Death how colorful you are?
I am waiting for you,
Red garland in my hand,
Someday Iíll marry you,
How you staring from a glass of wine,
Iíll sip you in the chilling night,
My longings for greendeath are still alive,
Like a fly hovering around the street lamp,
Death my old friend, death my new friend,
Death my divine monster,
Grasp me softly, feel my warm breathe,
Touch my senses, deep and inside,
Greendeath I am still alive?
Admist wilderness of the life,
The green grass and the Smokey rooms,
Strolling around greendeath ,you have watched me smile
Mysterious, did you exist in whisky jar?
The smoking gun, the bullets and the highway streets,
You are lost, like a rare flowering,
hello greendeath ,I am still alive?
Color hues black and white,
The silvery scream far and wide,
thou own a million dollar smile,
all along like a shades of eclipse,
greendeath I am still alive
my enticement for you are still alive..
2 responses for this Post
|Satis said on 02.03.12 :|
Apart from a few grammatical mistakes, this poem is very good and it was a delight to read it, for it is full of imagery. I wonder if it's a translation from Nepali? Excellent reading anyway. Thanks for sharing, Nabin.Dherai ramro lagyo..
|nabin said on 18.03.12 :|
thanks Satis. well it's not any translation, as you said it's an imginary odessey to late 70's musical era (the big guns who touched the greendeath)in early 30's...