Premonition

the day I will die, 
my poems will feel liberated
they will visit my grave
on every 17th of the year
not to feel sorry for my demise
but to shower curses on it, on me.

the day I will die
my poems will throw a big bash
they will create an anthem
full of metaphors and alliteration
with words from different languages.

the day I will die
my poetry will visit beautiful meadows
and run freely in open fields
for that would be the first time
they will experience life.

the day I will die,
will be the rebirth of poems
they will live
for so many years coming from my quill
they have only known pain and death .

the day I will die
my poems will talk of
love, life and hope.

Β© 2020-21 Muskan Sharma | All rights reserved.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Ananda says:

    This is profoundly beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks a lot 🌻

      Like

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