Burial Poems
In One City
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
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The Odd Year
by Nuzhat Nahrin
The pain that I hide in my eyes
You will never see from a thousand miles
Days and nights pass me by
Everywhere I look I see you,
I wish I was blind.
Thoughts of romance haunts me
Black is the only colour I wear
Broken, shattered, tormented consciousness
Don't need the sun anymore darkness is what I crave now.
Take me back to the gloomy misty weather maybe that's my true habitat
......
In One City
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
......
The Odd Year
by Nuzhat Nahrin
The pain that I hide in my eyes
You will never see from a thousand miles
Days and nights pass me by
Everywhere I look I see you,
I wish I was blind.
Thoughts of romance haunts me
Black is the only colour I wear
Broken, shattered, tormented consciousness
Don't need the sun anymore darkness is what I crave now.
Take me back to the gloomy misty weather maybe that's my true habitat
......
