On The Verge Of Death - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The man is lying on the verge of death in his bed,
It is his inevitable time to go to the eternal shed,
He is sadly and dejectedly thinking about his lost power
And tears come in his eyes to make the moment sour.
As he sees his end near,
He can not forget his dear,
Actually he wants to grasp everything to survive,
Though the tragic destiny will surely not allow him to be alive;
In this anxious time friends and enemies are the same,
He has no more interest in this filthy game,
Indeed he forgets the meaning and relevance of his pride
And desperately wants everyone in his side.
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