Death Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Death
I met an angel;
Of heaven's archangel
At the river's brink.
She began to wink
With her sacred eyes
To awake me from sleep
She murmur'd, be not weep!
We'll soar soon in skies.
When people talk about death, its like there is no hope. But with your poem, there is hope. Beautiful work........
The title was misleading, because the poem is beautiful, yet also gentle. There are many angels surrounding us, we're just too blind to see. And maybe when we're in dreamland, it's better to believe, then... Great one, my friend.
You portraited the saddest things so beautifully.....very good.......10***** Rose
Short but sweet.....I like this...Beautiful! ! ! ! It's hard to face death without fear.
death, no more to be feared than a mother's touch! good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:22:41 AM # 1.0.0
Wow! , short, but contains a lot of meaning, good one bro....