We Will Never Die. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
We Will Never Die.
She is sick
in a running hell
far off me;
far off the land of mine and hers.
Her visiting mind
tweets mine
and I fall sick of anxious pangs.
Down with worries
wish I could fly
to the place she may lie
and tell her
we are sick of such a disease
that nothing can catch us
and we will never die.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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