Poems by

The Call

a poem by Ajith

I hear music,
The music of death,
Cries of the dead
And the ones dying.

I wish my life be short,
I would feel happiness
I would hear the music of peace
The one you might never mind.

Darkness the only truth,
Light the cheat
So sad the moans!
Of my live pals.

Did I scare you with my song
Oh! Its only a thought,
Not to worry my dear,
You can still sing your song.

If I could meet you,
I would sing this for you,
But not with a coffee,
But with tears or blood.