The Eternal Sleep 1 Poem by Rajpal Singh

When you sing your most dreadful lullaby
To lull me to eternal sleep, O’ death,
That day I will cease to be,
For you snatch from me my vital wealth.

My kith and kin will keep me watching
With sob & weep, and with rolling tears;
White shroud will make my covering,
Gloom and sorrow on every face be smear’d.

My body be laid on wooden bier,
Over it be sprinkled the floral shower,
‘Hari Naam’ will echo the gloomy air,
Four shoulders be lent by four bearers.

Gate will open for hidden truth,
For which we strive both old and youth.
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