At The Point Of Your End Poem by Amitava Sur
At The Point Of Your End
For whom you are shedding tears
With so much sorrows and pains,
Or why are you cornering riches
By making you so selfish?
Believe or not, better you know –
Nothing you can carry.
You have to leave empty handed -
At the point of your end.
Do you know - you came in this earth,
As a kid who is naked with bare hands.
Nothing was with you at all -
Excepting an utter cry.
Whatever on earth, you may collect
And hoard them with your effort or might
But you can carry - just nothing
Once when you will die.
Life is like the waves of sea
Bulge - explode - and die.
Only thing which will remain ever-
Your love for all and good deeds,
In history it will remain ever
With praise in people’s mind.
At the point of your end
Nothing you can carry along.
Life is like the waves of sea
Bulge - explode - and die.
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Amitava (21.02.2014) 5 -00 pm
A Beautiful poem.. Yes, Very true said, nothing we brought and nothing we will take....Then why the greed for riches. In fact do they really enjoy those riches? definitely no..... Life is like the waves of sea Bulge - explode - and die.
Well expressed. If only your words could fall on the ears of all the greedy and uncaring people who walk upon this earth.
Life is like the waves of sea Bulge - explode - and die. a well settled line...very true sir
Yes, agreed, we will not carry anything, but does that mean that we have to live a pitiful life...Let us live in comfort while we are alive in India and in every other part of the world..Wonderful poem and I liked reading the truth expressed in this poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:43:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Again, the blatant truths of this life come through your honest feelings in poetry. You satisfy the need in me for justice and selflessness in life through your words. Yes, we come into this world with nothing, and leave it pretty much the same, except the clothes we are dressed in when laid in our coffins or put into the incinerator to be burned. What of the things we held onto in life? We can see that they have not had meaning throughout our lives, they were only used to help us get through this earthly life, and have no use beyond death. Your poetry starts my mind thinking and pen writing so much, Amitava. Thank you for stirring my intellect. RoseAnn