To that point of time I have gone
From where there is no return
To the point where there was youth
And all around happiness, nothing to mourn
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To that point again I have to go
Where my entire ego will begin to rust
Where I will lose my name and fame
And turn into a handful of ash and go to dust... yes, at last our body will turn into a handful ash. Beautifully crafted. Beautiful poem on death. Thanks.
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To that point again I have to go Where my entire ego will begin to rust Where I will lose my name and fame And turn into a handful of ash and go to dust... yes, at last our body will turn into a handful ash. Beautifully crafted. Beautiful poem on death. Thanks.
My regards. With that awesome comment you made my day Sir. Thanks.