Death Is An Art. - Poem by HABEEBURAHMAN Thaliyil
The surging waves in the sea
The deep steep valley
The poison poured by a friend
The long deep river in the heaven
The blood sucking lips of her
The moment I taste death
The moment I am in God.
Each soul relishes the taste of
The moment I am eternal.
Death is an art, I swear
Not all can do it well.
But a few enters the garden
Of death: joyous, carefree.
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