**O' Death**
(WRITTEN BY: : SAHEB MOHAPATRA)
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O' Death, the kindest, where lies my end
Which thou bestow on every fate,
For loneness and tears me befriend
And nought but dolour for its despaired mate.
And all alone in an aimless stroll,
Few sedent smiles and hueless hopes
And sins too great to cram up this soul
Caged within this breathing corpse.
O' Death! O' Death! Embrace me soon,
For long have I been interred with woes
And a curse discovered from this boon:
Some friends are worse than foes
This desperate invocation of death says much more than what the words appear to convey about the hypocrisy of friends and relationships. Thanks a lot. I quote: And sins too great to cram up this soul Caged within this breathing corpse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Saheb Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken