Grant me the wish
To go in peace
To go in one piece
Not fragmented by
The hatred of
The mercenaries
Neither do I wish
To grow old such
That all pains are mine
And the doctors rich
Let me be in peace
If these old organs
No benefit to the living
Through me in the ocean
In death may
I be useful
If not to humans
Atleast to someone
Who will enjoy my taste
Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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This is what we all pray for. Regards
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Thanks for the visit.
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Another powerful piece! We all want to be of use, right? You have a wonderful gift. I’m a fan!
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Thanks again.
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