Death Poem by Sudipta Biswas

Death



Which ripples goes how far…
Which one breaks near the very point of formation…
The ocean never calculates that.
We are coming and going back
Our life and death
All are nothing but ripples.
Someone could efface early
Someone could touch the sea sore.
Some stars suddenly become meteors
By the order of Death.

Monday, August 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Sudipta Biswas

Sudipta Biswas

Nokari, Ranaghat, West Bengal, India
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