Departure Poem by Prabir Gayen
Departure
- -Departure - -
Thy eyes art cold,
Thy hands art lifeless,
Thy heart is panting slow,
Thy embrace is painless,
The time hast come to take part,
The time hast come to fold wings,
The time hast come to say goodbye,
The time hast come to get silent relief.
Thy eyebrows art apart,
Eyes flicker and restless,
Face is pale with cold perspiration,
Now it is time for my departure.
Death is the end..the final departure..............................
Your poetry seems to be filled with your dispassion about Death..........
Your poetry makes me an eye witness of death from the front.. nicely penned........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/2/2024 4:31:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The moment we are born we are already on the track of Death...good poem👍👍👍👍👍