Death
Every drop is full of death,
Every minute is replete with death,
Eyes are closed with deathly dream,
Days and nights are full with death,
Only death is visible through entirety,
Smile and pain underneath,
the wave coming from the bosom of death,
Every moment and everything is
nothing but shadow,
The existence itself is shadowy
and deathly,
Weak and wan and feeble is the being,
Sign of life is gone without trace,
Walked through the wavy wave,
Only dark night and faint pain,
Life has gone forever and no life
is good before death,
Every leaf is yellow and green trunk
is dark underneath.
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Every leaf is yellow and green trunk is dark underneath.very beautiful poem
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The best death is to die in love.. *******########__________
Every leaf is yellow and green trunk is dark underneath: very much how soon after penning a very sensual, uplifting poem- Prabir is sure to soon write a more cynical meditation on death: typically, this is how mind and nature work- and so is honest reflection about something about life and so is nonetheless consoling and connecting even if death weighing on one's shoulders.
Thanks dear friend.....You started writing...I am very happy...God bless you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every moment and everything is nothing but shadow......wonderful write. Profound feelings. Thanks.anjandev roy.