DEATH Poem: The Nihilist’s amuse, by Ruchi Acharya

I saw a nihilist holding a flickering lamp,
The season of failures has begun,
obsessing all the heroes of life
to commit a mass-suicide.

Navy blue colours the darkest of nights,
All babies are deprived of lullabies.
She died every day a little inside,
devoid of living her golden life.

The nests are empty, their dwellers gone.
I lurk on misty earth into oblivion.
No more chains of heaven left;
Sinners and saints are all dead.

Sometimes you breathe, sometimes they.
Weeping stars are shining in vain.
The silence of centuries against my skin,
dust swallows my name.

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