The Taste Of Death Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Poison is one form of death. Though be sure, we all die in our GOD appointed time in life.

the taste of death...may be it was tasteless..a lovely poem

'But the world hath a strange mind, It is after the taste of death. It doesn’t search the fountains of life It doesn’t enrich her creative hours.' Yes the world has had a strange mind always.It is after the taste of death where love has to sacrifice coz' it has no weapons other than a bleeding heart.And blood cannot kill anyone.It only adds life every dropp of it unless it is affected with any lethal disease.But for someone life becomes very stagnant..for someone who has less social mobility like statesmen.They have to become scapegoats then.Nothing more.Sometimes of love, sometimes of fate.Without the knowledge whether they tasted death or death tasted them.A very poignant write.A 10 from me.

The taste of death is like a taste of cyanide..............No one has ever return to tell how it taste or feel..............Good Write.............

Sweet, bitter, soar or salty All are tastes As long as the tongue favours to taste the life Varieties of relish fills the void. But death... Taste of Death...: -( This title made me probe for a while... Life's one of the tatstes may bring death And it looks as it death is tasteless. Thoughts thoroughly provoked. Good one. Enjoyed the read. Thank you.

saddened piece....mass suicide occurs now in relation to global economic crisis...Fine theme to share! Thanks! ! !

The loss of life is a tragedy however it occurs. Very well written. But sadness prevails. Kind regards, Sandra

Good write a bit sad Keep writtin dear poet

That poem is very interesting