Death A Poem By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
The unknown destination,
Each day’s mail age cover,
Strengthened by life’s consumption,
Time’s decaying shadow on life.
Thou have your stay in Mystery’s boarder,
Often larking to nib life in the bud,
The uncertain visitor with instant knell,
The transient traveler departing bell.
Thy home is made of Darkness’s shadow,
Thou install, fatal consequences, by accident and disease,
The cruelest of cruelty, is thy kind with no compromise.
The ever hopeless with thy thought, the individual turns,
If you rise face in life, all hopes of life are gone.
Illusion and delusion, find role with life force,
As you cast the screen of oblivion of your presence,
The two Natures befool, Man in vacant treasure,
Life has ever tried, ever failed, but can’t you measure.
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