They Born To Die Poem by subrata paul
They Born To Die
They ring the bell.
chant the prayer
light the candle
And then visit the bar
dance in the ball
load themselves
In whisky
In rocks
In flesh.
search life
In death around
Jesus born
died and
resurrected.
They die
They die
Each moment.
They do not resurrect
They born again
The world is laden
with the fruits
To eat
To die
To be born
And again die.
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