They won't get
today's touch
of the rainbow
color of the first
rising Sun.
Neither, they
will hear the
songs of thrushes,
cuckoos......There,
Winter is hugging
every dead-heart.
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In search of warm,
cozy-bed they longed
once throughout their charming
youthful days!
There's the frosty-bite
of death, domination
of the cruel-hands
of Time- our soul-mate,
performing His duty
of sucking secs
from our deadline
of this beautiful Earth.
Who are in grave
knew the beats of
love, affection, disdain,
cruelty, revenge
lust- - - -each
and every fuel
to keep burning
their desire, longing
to drink life
from their tumbler!
Their cells burnt
to burn their foods
and cherished dream.
Now, they are lying
in last gesture!
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We are also in the queue,
for the zone,
where winter reigns....
In their graves,
they wait for us...
They, who are in grave!
We are also in the queue, for the zone, where winter reigns.... In their graves, they wait for us... They, who are in grave, , , wonderful last para, ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
since Kanav has already quoted the last para so i m not to repeat.but an outstanding write.