Death, The Flower Of Pain Poem by Ujjal Mandal

Death, The Flower Of Pain



One day Death will come, demand
Me and all will hand over
me to Death openly.
I shall cry but no ears
to hear my pathetic wail,
no eyes to see my watery eyes.
Ah, my heart aches! even
the sun will never stop beaming,
the moon will never stop her smile,
the flowers will bloom opening their hearts,
the birds will be singing,
the wind will never stop blowing,
the river will never look back,
but ah, only I shall not be there!
When I think I am dead, Oh my heart aches!

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