Death Poem by C. P. Sharma

It is scary and comical in way that it looks as if death is laughing at us saying it is futile and as if you th poet has learnt to accept death.

nice poem, well done

A Faithful Lover He alone struts with swagger fine, To tame alike, humans and kine. He breathes with us, with us he dines, The cupbearer of life’s wine. He feeds us all - the beings of clay, As people raise chickens for prey. We play in his gape, love in his lap, Unaware of bewitching trap. He relishes our cries and sighs While lurking in passionless skies. He is the solid truth here His shadows are kin and peers. He is death, our faithful lover Who leads us to peace hued bower................. A Good Write...........Sharmaji.................

good write....well presented theme...

well....at first sight it seems to me...u have laid too much stress on rhyming...i somehow feel the flow has been confined to a period to bring out rhyming.....but again...this is what i feel.....nice try though! !

A great poem! I felt that I was reading one of Shakespeare's write! 10+ -Raj

‘You bring all the freshness in life, Better half, you are my real wife….’ Hello Sir I’ll tell to Ms Sharma. LOL! Death is enigmatic. Excellent postulation. Ten+++ Ms. Nivedita UK Invite you to read and comment: LINGERIE- IG [new post.] Enigmatic Navel or other poems niv

If people thought of death in this manner they would not be fearful of it. Lovely thoughts. '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

birth is the first step towards death. we are reborn everday. sleep is like death. Sir, you have so brilliantly brought across the idea of nothing dies, it just changes form. Mamta

nice way of putting it, Death is your wife... like the way you moved past the point of death, to give a fait look into the new begining after death. very nicely done 10+ Howard