Poem -

Death

The mightiest of all desires
the inevitable truth.
the end of a struggle,
Last page of a book.
oh u the beautiful bride -
death, I know you..

You are the absence of feelings
The silence of innumerable greetings,
deaf who couldn't hear the mournings
Yet the truth which abide nature's rule..

Oh your hair looks like the black clouds
The thunder sparkles your eyes
Hey the most beautiful bride-
Lucky who gets your kiss without pain.
Yet the pain accompanies you 
leaving it's mark on the lives present-
who came to greet you a final goodbye..

One has to pass generations to meet you
To tell the stories of their life.
I know you love to hear every moment 
One passed throughout their lifetime..
One day everyone will get the chance 
To tell their stories to you about their life
Till then oh the beautiful bride
Wait for the wedding kiss..

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Tony Taylor

Hello SHANTANU!!...,,,I LOVE that you chose to tackle this subject matter......and you did paint it in with such creative originality!!.....

            ~ Oh U, the beautiful bride
                death, I know you.."

Some excellent phrasing throughout this piece.......ALL STARS!!.... well done.... and..... WELCOME to COSMO!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!....T xo ???

                 

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