Phurpa Wangdi

Veteran Poet - 1,565 Points (03/03/1996 / trashi yangtse, Bhutan)

Death - Poem by Phurpa Wangdi

death is uncertain
no one ever has it objected
it haven't had a schedule
it comes and goes
no one dare complain

when it knocks your door
its icy hand sure
to make a touch
you cant but wait for it
no one escapes death

rich or poor
young or old
it has bias for none
wealth stops it not
innocence too is useless

when death comes
life itself surrenders
what can we do
nothing..nothing at all
but just to get prepared

Topic(s) of this poem: death


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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