The five letters, one word
yet prescind the love from the beloved
Death keep you empty
and filled you with a vacuum
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Hmm....death is kindly wicked. Laughs at you as tears of pain he caused runs down your soft cheek...hmm...what a mysterious creature that enjoys preying on lives...
awesome.i love it especially the ending.every one has his /her own interpretation of death.fear, terror, consternation, or... death also asks for permission, but never waits for the answer.~nb
Good poem poet. From now you started to mull om death? The more you mull the more you will over come the fear of death Which is called Avanibhesh in our classic. Fear of the death is the one of the blemishes of our life along with Ignorance, Ego, Attachment, and detachment. Good Job poet. Make other also to mull about Death. People are going brutish because they are not thinking of death. they do not consider that they will die one day...
If death is so kind, why then dose he never ask of permission before proceeding with his plans Death i will say is a man without vision it's like a wind that blows without warning. Verily, death is uncertain and a silent comer Without warning....... 10 I invite you to read my poems.