Grave is silent
Nothing in life is of merit,
Nor does the moon shine,
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Only death can come as redemption, a relief to Residuum. Life is an endless wait to be void, The infinity is infinite beyond reach, futile is every effort,
Nothing in life is of merit, Nor does the moon shine, The day is weary and night prosy, The Joy is lost in woe, Pleasure of the world is dreary, The circle of life is vicious
Nowhere to go and nothing to touch, only to dwell in utter shudder, Failure is failure and feat is footless, Life is a dark night with no morning, At the mercy of time grave is silent.
Only death can come as redemption, a relief to Residuum. Life is an endless wait to be void, The infinity is infinite beyond reach, futile is every effort,
Nothing in life is of merit, Nor does the moon shine, The day is weary and night prosy, The Joy is lost in woe, ...
Nothing in life is of merit, Nor does the moon shine, The day is weary and night prosy, The Joy is lost in woe,
Silent grave! ! The brave heart is gone! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A very thought provoking poem. Interesting and beautiful.
Nowhere to go and nothing to touch, only to dwell in utter shudder, Failure is failure and feat is footless, Life is a dark night with no morning, At the mercy of time grave is silent.