My Best Poem
I shall write my best poem
With my last breath
It will come to life
When I shall breathe no more
It is that ether
That lives beyond the other
If it does not
Then it was never true
Words and punctuations
Flourishes of grammar
Verbose lines
Make no poetry
A bouquet of flowers
A gift for the mortuary
Radiant valleys
Sun’s rays breathe
Soul goes blue with pain
Wring yourself dry
Kill yourself, die
To be born as a poem
©️Satbir Chadha-24-08-2017
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