For I am in love with death,
With tears swelling eyes,
With no essence of such human faith,
And no time to state those; lies.
With sun's endurance from tiny rainfall,
Shall meet me death with eyes asleep,
With rhetoric in tone and the echo-less calls,
And bending tears when approaches we keep.
In love with strange someone,
Shall never my mistakes, I confess,
With dark dawns, I surely not be a man,
But with a live hope of help to access.
While in love with death, I shall ever be unknown,
And on earth none shall adore, none shall mourn.
Nice poem but Saheb why can't you drag concluding a positive that will be nicer
It is not yet time for you to fall in love with death Saheb.... Instead fall in love with life! A poignant write!
Verily, death is uncertain which takes the soul to eternity Loved reading it......10
An excellent poem that spins on the orbit of a mysterious element! Love for death at times allures us and as Valsa Madam says I don`t think death is something to be desired for once we are septuagenarians or octogenarians alone..... The mission is one - living a vibrant life however short it is.. Let us however live for many more years for others and to write about life and death like this, ha, ha, ha... I give 10 marks for this unique write.
beautiful poem....but be in a positive state......................
No doubt death is a truth. Many fear about this. But at a particular time we should love this while comes automatically not as so early. Death is a reality but you should not think of it now. Your poem speaks about truth and awakes all knocking their doors. Excellent writing and fearlessness towards death.
Very poignant write with wonderful words.........keep writing......top marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write, sad though.