The Place That People Select To Die Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

The Place That People Select To Die
A person chooses motherland for his last breath.
To be loyal to very cause of his existence.
The soil of country that built your bone
And nurtured you with food and shelter
When you are unable to stand in your own legs.
No matter, your might be living prosperous life
In the most advanced nation of the world,
Yet you develop infinite passion for
Your motherland, most appropriate place
For your eternal departure, for heavenly abode.
You want to dissolve your last breath in the land
Where you had experienced your first breath.
The blood stream of your veins and
Breath you inhale and exhale from lungs
Willing to nourish the precious land
Where you were born to perceive the world.
In the amidst of pathetic pandemic
Millions of People living in abroad
Are willing to come back in their motherland.
Feel cry of agony of millions hearts
If possible to manage aircrafts by States
To honour eternal love and passion of
Human for his homeland.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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