I am made of clay
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I am made of clay
Not made of flesh and blood
That I shall need burial one day
That ever shall I feel pain and be dead
For the soul of clay is always here
In the earth with the earth ever my dear
Never shall I part with you
Till time and space outwear
And love like ours outlive
And flow ever never to cease my dear……….
From clay we are made and to clay we shall return.... But the soul shall not perish and love shall outlive death! A very consoling thought....! Good job Deepak!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Very true said we are made of clay and ultimately mix in Clay though our soul lives more than us, loved reading it.