There is more chill
In the air than usual.
The night appeared heavier.
Though thenearby landmass was duty bound
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The ultimate finale of all mortal beings will reduce to the remnant of the physical composition.
Very philosophical poem. Though man leaves this earth, but his work keeps his identity as immortal
A refined poetic imagination, Bishnupada. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
'The identity is reduced to few Mere ashes, Few charcoal Without the names- All lie scattered.'----What ultimately remains is only few charcoals without names---A poem of great depth!