Death drop
Teardrops, fall as death's droplets. Yet, grass sprouts in fields,
Touched by immortality in its roots.
Only a single drop of shimmering Water reflects a painting of life.
The deceitful cuckoo's voice,
Filled with death,
Echoes in the ruthless afternoon - in spring!
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Sanjib Saha
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