The Black Hands Of Death ~ Comments

DJ feels the same way. One should make the death meaningful.

Smart poem. I see it in a graceful manner.

All your good deeds will remain after death and will keep reminding. Great poem.

Love it from the two first lines!

The clouds will carry my thoughts all across the world And they will shower it time and again. And I will emerge by becoming a rainbow sometimes. Perhaps, those black hands will never catch the silver lines again.

We fear death will wipe everything after our departure. No it can only wipe our body. Wonderful poem.

Last line linger in my mind and will remain, Powerful statement. Perhaps, those black hands will never catch the silver lines again.

All your poems will remain till the readers are alive.