I dreamt I was killed at dusk:
Took the hit while remembering a prayer,
A bullet, a knife or a cardiac attack felt like arrows of kama,
Thought of an old laughable act, flailing-arms-crying-ma
But I stood silent till the last thought vapourized.
#vss365 #dusk
from my poem 'I Dreamt I Was Killed':
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dreamt-i-was-killed.html
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