Die Another Day Poem by Hrushk Pande
Die Another Day
The vessel i am travelling through,
challenges me to seek my real self.
though the reeds, the bushes,
and the briers are still.
none seems to be sparing here,
the sunlight gives me a jolly time.
here everything,
is a pleasure.
the pale blue sky, the mud.
the pure blood.
whispers like something shrine from haven,
die another day, die another day,
die another day.
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