None of us, not you nor I
O Friends! would see the earth forever
Nor tryst of pleasure ever tie
The commons, instead fever
Of everlasting call for death;
Fine- as we came at birth
Must return- -
Leaving all oceanic knowledge
Leaving woes of dear family.
Nothing, nor Love nor Pledge
Nor haste of joy, nor haste for sally
Would come back at undearthness;
The hollow of world's cider-press
All we, must burn.
05/06/2016
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
Death is a truth and death is a mystery. This poem is very wonderfully composed and shared. Where there is birth there is death definitely. Interesting poem shared on really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written....universal truth......thanks.