I painted the canvas
with my death
the brush got struck
in few colours
probably the death
has no colours.

I played the game
of my death
the dice got struck
in few moves
probably the death
has no motion.

I planted the seed
of my death
it did not grow
even for days
probably the death
has no yield.

Mubeen Sadhika

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