Grave Poem by Shruti Goswami
Grave
The doom that we deemed fit for others,
Like a predator’s prey in sight;
The suction force is too hard to resist,
It pulls with all its might.
Like the sun and starry bejewelled sky,
And the flow of day and night;
We await our fate, to mourn forget,
Till the pain subsides.
We are not ashamed at all,
That we have badly failed,
Neither did we help ourselves;
Nor generations to prevail.
And as we brag and dig our graves,
No one left to convince
Oh death is just a lovely game,
For you can never win.
hei, thanks to u for proes here u said what i loved more if we recalling the death every day we will never hurt other lives which on earth does man can only enjoy about death. no i think all lives too if i really thinks about death - the last breath running since many years nothing left out to say is mine thx
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4/19/2024 4:18:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hei, thanks to u for proes here u said what i loved more if we recalling the death every day we will never hurt other lives which on earth does man can only enjoy about death. no i think all lives too if i really thinks about death - the last breath running since many years nothing left out to say is mine thx