(13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)

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The Poet To Death

TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.


Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.


Tarry a while, till I am satisfied
Of love and grief, of earth and altering sky;
Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,
O Death, I cannot die!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


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  • Akanksha Bhatt (10/16/2012 7:22:00 AM)

    Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die loved it! !

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