O Death..., Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
O Death...,
O death, you come
And talk to me
As have not I held
Any parleys with you,
Any dialogue,
You come
And talk to me
To get it held sent across
How will it be my end,
O death, many a day
Have I slept,
Slept and forgotten
To awake it again,
But fear I it most
As for how will it be
My death, my end,
This is but which tortures my self
As for to think,
How will it be my death?
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