Thursday, October 19, 2017

The Funeral Pyre Comments

Rating: 5.0

Close my eyes with the fingers of clay
there will be no bells or chants
No one knows i died today
No one to whom i could repent
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Chris Noir
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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 October 2017

The fields of unknown now awaits to welcome after arrival. This is really very amazing sharing. Death is truth but brings sorrow. Funeral gives sorrowful effect. This is an amazing poem brilliantly penned...10

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Chris Noir 19 October 2017

thank you sir, please check out my other poems, if you feel so inclined, I think you will find them to your liking.

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Gajanan Mishra 19 October 2017

with the fingers of fire, good one

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