Brown color of death - By Nikhil Nath

Brown color of death

Someone had
to welcome
the worst fear

Black bull-
in the ring
the matador is being chased

Over rivers
and climates
our coffee loses steam

The chatter stops
in the coffee shop
someone shouts out

A frame of
old flowers
lost in the

brown color of death.

- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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