A century later
you and I would be late
Yet for the world that doesn't matter
Struggling the fate
Death stops all your pain
how are we all going to die one day?
How are you? Are you fine
What is it at the end of the way?
One day everyone will retire
We will all rest in peace
Everything should once expire
Everything you own is just for lease
It's time to go practice death
like a gentle harvest in the fields
It's time to hold your breath
gather the ripened souls, does it taste good?
Live the death
Alive in the sleep
wake up out of breath
Choke in deep
Practice death every day
Don't wait until there is a message
Sun marked the end of the day
death signals the end of his mortal voyage.
The breath of wind, a whisper decree
Whispers of what will and what will be.
Do you know how it'll be
The death of you and me
I am blind, before eyes close
I just remembered you at the last
It happened even before I chose
It was when I forgot all the past
One minute silence
before it's all over blank
Book for the death licence
I will drive you to hell and heaven back
A century later
you and I would be late
Yet for the world that doesn't matter
Struggling the fate
It's time to go practice death
like a gentle harvest in the fields
It's time to hold your breath
gather the ripened souls, does it taste bitter?
Guess not at all
It's time to die pose a photograph
The last smile in the nightfall
I saw the Graveyard laugh
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (1)
Karun, that is grand!!! I am so very impressed. I will go so far to call this classic.