Bed Prakash Bhatta
All In A Night... - Poem by Bed Prakash Bhatta
Death, has the passerby, love his moments-
But they aren't for long.
Wealth, jewels and his all garments-
For one day, they'll all be gone.
Beneath his bed, lies a pocket radio, and that is small-
But he wouldn't be able to hear it.
As the mightiest forwarded a call,
The body can't even wait a bit.
Beside his body, no one lies; for he has no belongings-
But he would face the situation.
He didn't earn friendship from his spendings-
And now no one cares for his cremation.
In the wall, is hung, the picture of Monalisa; quiet, smiling.
But he would make no smile.
For his life has been piled up; is now piling,
And for now, he has to make a bitter exile.
Laughed, along the sea; the tides went along-
But he drew out the tears.
The mighty's bliss with the painful song,
As for death, who now fears.
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