The Death Poem by bimal rai

The Death



The clock show the second, I give up on my body.
Dear body! My flesh! Where I would sleep.
Eventually, leave behind everything I keep;
Alone will I leave: naked.
The name and fame; for the world forever.
However, the death, the end comes sooner or later.

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