I see rhythm in deep breath
How that comes true at the time of death?
Chest expands and contracts with uneasiness
All parts are becoming dead with tiredness
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Life comes to full swing when little one breathes in womb It is emergence of uneven surface like tomb.......niceky worded poem with good imagery picture...10
I see rhythm in deep breath How that comes true at the time of death? Chest expands and contracts with uneasiness All parts are becoming dead with tiredness ......beautiful rhming and compared to breath.. so nice to read, , , , , ,10
Excellent rhyme and excellent theme. Well written Hasmukh.