The End Of My Story Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The End Of My Story



To that point of time I have gone
From where there is no return
To the point where there was youth
And all around happiness, nothing to mourn

To that point of time I have reached
From where it seems very late
To go back to the point of carelessness
Where from my life looked not dull but great

To that point again I have to go
Where my entire ego will begin to rust
Where I will lose my name and fame
And turn into a handful of ash and go to dust

Saturday, October 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 21 October 2017

To that point again I have to go Where my entire ego will begin to rust Where I will lose my name and fame And turn into a handful of ash and go to dust... yes, at last our body will turn into a handful ash. Beautifully crafted. Beautiful poem on death. Thanks.

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Anil Kumar Panda 23 October 2017

My regards. With that awesome comment you made my day Sir. Thanks.

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