Death On Tender Arms Poem by Prabir Gayen

Death on the arms of a Boy
(Tender boy Mayukh)
Death on the tender arms,
He tried with pain to stop the wheel,
To stop the wheel of death with careful touch,
To re-establish the life on the worn-out body,
He tried with intensity to revive his beloved grandpa.
Mayukh a tender boy full of life,
The dream to meet and the sky to touch,
Tried with deep pain the heart that vibrated
Every time for him,
He evasdroped probably the whisper of death,
His silent footsteps to embrace his dear 'Dadu',
With restless mind he held the veiling of death,
To make his Childhood friend to respond,
But death is tight and adamant,
Ever obedient to His Master, The Time.
Within the arms of a renter boy,
A budding flower death happens,
And it happens so to make the boy strong
to life,
Strong to face life with fearlessness.
Death comes to make the mortals strong in the soil of life,
Perhaps this is the last care from a dying grandpa to a caring grandchild.
Death happens in a soft arm to understand the wheel of life and death.
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