No-sense Nonsense

by scribbling silence

He drank the last drop with a gulp

puzzled as he guzzled

the only bottle in the town,

asked as he basked

in the moonlit frown

“Why don’t pain die in vain

why it keeps coming back again?”

Dead in a shed

in morning, he was found

with a note in his coat

cut to be round

“Here i lie, about to die

To the world, i say Goodbye”

They looked at the bottle

the only witness of the crime

And the bottle gave a chortle

all in a rhyme

“noone knows who he was

noone would ever do

To me, he was a friend

Broken but damn true!”

– By Vivek Sharma

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3 Comments to “No-sense Nonsense”

  1. Wow! I have read this sveral times and need to read it again, it’s simply put, but so complex – any more where this came from.?

  2. Nice poem and like Paul i’m coming back to it 🙂

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