Death Poem by jayanta sengupta

Death (The True Friend)



I had many friends,
They came and they went.
There were times of Love and Hate,
Amongst me and my friends.

We use to exchange gifts,
In many occasions,
In birthdays and in Promotions.

Giving treat was very popular,
We use to have fun and joy regular.

Then we grew up and became busy,
Taking out time for friends was not so easy.

Only memories remain and everything has faded,
We are so busy in ourselves that our friendship has jaded.

Then I realized that there is only one true friend,
Who comes to all of us fortunately, but at the end.

His name is Death,
And I am eager to meet you (Death) ,
As you are the only TRUE friend in my view.