Poetry Deaths by Madhab chandra Jena published in Pratilipi

Deaths

I am caught red handed

by some brave soldiers

around your palace.

Stealing your desperate deaths.

death inside the palace !

Lord laughed vociferously

As if he won a battle.

All followers laughed louder than the lord

What a Presumption

By a run-of-the-mill.

Suddenly everyone changed into lords.

The whole atmosphere.

What a good judgment!

 I will be hanged till death…

I got a chance to enjoy my deaths

All romantic deaths before my deaths.