Story Untold
Komal Shoeb | February 17, 2008 | no comments
I hide behind my words
Tell the story untold
Why do you shy away?
You have seen the dark side too
C’mon, feed me your sentence
I am hungry for strength
For, you might not be here tomorrow,
Or maybe I.
Dark blood spills out of my mouth
The big eagles’ creation, from big eagles’ veins
Kill it, hear it, drink it
No control, no value but strong enough to be
Fatal for you
So, come on, feed me your sentence…
Before I do.
And bid farewell to tomorrow.
Category: Poems
