Kiss Me O Death Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Kiss Me O Death
Bless me O Death, will you?
If for moments but a few,
Bear for me this burden of poverty,
If for moments but a few,
Kiss me O Death will you?
Save me from this misery's blue,
Alive, I must this burden bear,
In death do me from despair spare.
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In hope he went to burial ground
To look for Death there around,
But, divining out his mission,
Death turned into a skeleton.
If life be a storehouse of strife,
Death sure far better seems than life.
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Musings | 12.08.2017 |
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8/5/2025 3:19:59 PM # 1.0.0
oh sadly amazing note on poverty in earthly life- If life be a storehouse of strife, Death sure far better seems than life. ///
Yes, Mahtab Bangalee, death is truly a liberation from all the miseries of poverty. Those poor that face life despite all sufferings are brave souls. And braver still are those that still manage to smile and share their meagre with others. Thank you.