I crave to meet thee once, my master
My mind is intolerant at thy absence
When, in none, I find my home
And death is about to come in a trench
Nor I live, nor happinesses come.
Thou, know more about how I shed tear.
Undrenched by thy care when I hope,
All, day in and day out, seem to go
Beyond my grasp; so, everything is but nope
At the command of daily stress and woe.
Yet I try, know, to conquer, or never fear
What thou allotted to my legacy
As just as the North wind is by Himalaya
Ignited; O, yet I know thy privacy!
My death must bring me to thee.
11/22/2015
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Trying to conquer over fear of death is definitely wise idea shared with interesting imagery here. Fantastic poem with wise motive. Nice sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting poem about knowing about the true nature of oneself and death... Thank you for sharing..