Be My Guest O Death Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Be My Guest O Death
Books of life never are fully writ,
Cosmic egg comes with blank space unlit,
Come O death if ye must,
Ready am I if just,
We have an old custom, guests to greet.
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Reflections | 04.09.15 |
Saturday, May 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
He lives well who is ready to die, it is said. In old age at least I think one should be.
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