Theme: Suicide

It’s 5a.m. of The Dawn

Her eyes moist,
Her lips dried,
The whole night
She had cried.

Her face lifeless,
Her mouth shut,
The vein of her hand
She has cut.

Her arm bleeding,
Her body lying,
It’s as numb as ice,
Yes, she is dying.

Her love lost,
Her dreams gone,
Her memories fading
It’s 5a.m. of the dawn.


More By  :  Rupradha Mookerjee

Views: 1506     Comments: 4

Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you Devi Ji!!

29-Jul-2011 11:50 AM

Comment That is the time of Dawn when you acquire what you wish for
well drilled thoughts
Devi nangrani

29-Jul-2011 10:40 AM

Comment Thanks Ramesh!!

12-Apr-2011 22:26 PM

Comment Very Touching Poem.Expertly composed as well.

08-Dec-2010 07:05 AM

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