Death.

Death. short poem

… And then one day she picked a knife

Slashed her palm stuck in destiny and strife

A grin like flash of peace in pain

Yahweh, don’t bring me to life again!

When end becomes a new dawn

And nothing exists to go on

Her thoughts shall linger in the air

Beyond everything, every time, everywhere!

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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Chandrama Deshmukh is a writer by profession and a poet by passion. Moonlit Monochrome is her first collection of English poems. She has authored two books of Marathi poems. A storyteller of sorts, the moon is her muse. Poetry for Chandrama is that one streak of silver lining amidst the chaos of life. Being an avid reader, photography enthusiast and a part-time playwright, she believes nothing touches her soul the way poetry does.Buy a copy of Moonlit Monochrome - Amazon.com | Amazon.in | FlipKart | Infibeam | Smashwords | Google Play | Amazon KindleWhat Is Moonlit Monochrome?I am picking up pieces of life And handing them over to you. Dipped in words. And longing. This book is a map of my soul. My moonlit monochrome.- Chandrama
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