Gone Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Gone
Come I would must oneday
From this shadow that holds
My name in its darkness;
Plays games with all brutality;
I will be washed with water
From majestic Himalayas
And chant hymns recited by
Ageless sages sitting on snow;
The dusk will not hold me;
And dawn can’t forsake me;
Those flowers I have planted
Years ago out of fun will lie
Stale over my head to my grave.
Sometimes I think about death. But I always find myself asking Why was I born? That bothers me more than dying. I wonder if we'll ever know. Good poem - got me thinking.
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4/25/2024 9:34:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The inevitable for us all someday, nice poem!