Bed of Life and Death
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Lying on bed,
Cold and warm,
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This is the best - -shortest and sweetest poem so far- - I have read of yours Realities of life we all are living sleeping on a bed they place all of us on the ground once dead why waste a bed great view let most read it The life in me still exists any day I maybe DEAD then in news papers they will ask you have you not read Poet Me is now dead don't cry young bhai ask me not why
Two beds are for us, One is dead with life Another is life with death. Restless night with joy With no respite, Restfulness in silence Having no torture of joy. Great lines...👍👍👍