LIVING DEAD
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(POEM)
What thy bane have we gain??
In the tale of thy pain.
Shadow troops with gushing dire,
Under the gyre of this fire.
The labor of thy age,
Have gone thy waste.
Don’t make us marble,
With too much hurdle.
Nothing is dare, have to bear,
That the doom has to be near.
My cheering days fly with air,
Stolen with thy age of twenty years.
Those golden slumbers on my bed,
Have turned down into red.
Those delights are to be shed,
Which were brighten thousand years ahead.
(pessimistic approach)
(Royal Falcon)
Comments
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Hi Laboni,
thanx 4 appreciating my work
hope so u have a better understanding with this poem
Nice ti read this poem, thanks sharing.
Hi Beki ,
thanks, a lot 4 reading my poem