The May Poem by Albert Basumatary

The May



One day,
In the evening of May.
When you will come to ask me,
What color was the sky before it turned grey.
I no-longer will have the answer. For that I may die,
In the morning of May,
With my hair still to be grey.

Friday, December 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ronjoy Brahma 19 January 2015

What a lovely poem with a good, strong and positive message, keep it up with thank you 4 this poem... Thanks

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Mj Lemon 26 December 2014

Well done...No matter what we may believe, we do not know the future....

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Albert Basumatary

Albert Basumatary

Guwahati, Assam
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