Celebrate Birthday Of His Own Death Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Celebrate Birthday Of His Own Death
There might be someone else who is willing
To celebrate the birthday of his own death.
He is tired of unbearable grief and pain
That each part of his body, compelled to bears.
He shouts aloud, for the mercy of death, then.

He reluctantly enjoys pleasure of morphine
Inside the veil of grief, pain and fear.
Black clouds always roam above his head
To transform his hope of life into despair.
He shouts aloud, for the mercy of death, then.

He begshelp with his own life
Not to cling with his rotten flesh.
He feels guilty of family tension
As cost treatment beyond their reach.
He shouts aloud, for the mercy of death, then.

The disease swallowed his house and farm
Bank felt proud to announce risingprofit -trend.
The stateperceives no responsibility even then
What an unbearable pain of untreatable life is!
He shouts aloud, formercy of death, then
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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