Destroyer O Death ye might thyself call,
No more than toy art thou of Destiny,
It's Time that in time devours one and all,
A cosmic scheme, thou art no almighty.
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Not even toy, a slave to divine will,
No more than a trigger in hands of Fate,
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And ye aught know: soul lives eternal nigh,
Flesh alone dies, so in defeat ye die! .........an intensive expression with a great truth. A brilliant poem brilliantly executed. Thank u sir for sharing this beautiful poem.10
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Not even toy, a slave to divine will, No more than a trigger in hands of Fate, ...... ........... ........ And ye aught know: soul lives eternal nigh, Flesh alone dies, so in defeat ye die! .........an intensive expression with a great truth. A brilliant poem brilliantly executed. Thank u sir for sharing this beautiful poem.10
Thanks indeed, Mr Kumarmani. I've written many poems on death.