Thread Of Life Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Thread of life

Stand by meo mydarling stand by me,
With the widening wall of sickness of vital veins.
I know you throw up your worn robes,
With faded colours that match beauty low.
Now life forces weak pay love's due,
For all freedom cherished a bending grew.
My life is sucked by the riches of ruin
Now the feeble breath waits to breathe in twin.
Sometimes in desert the wind is waiting,
For a single bushy flower for its love is dying.
My life will measure the depth of beauty,
It is never thin skinned for the heart so mighty.
With some senses missing my self is pure
A surrendered life only for you my dear.
Like a shake sheds leaves dried in trees
You are only one stay for the love never dies.

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