Death, You are still a stranger to me

Springs are many which touched and passed me

One of those stories

Reminds me about a spring

Which gasped in front of me for a moment,

And then passed by.

Autumns deeply rooted are also many

No leaves no flowers

Silence of winter too…

And chillness of death!

When seasons change their costumes

What they reserve for me are

These white coloured flowers always

Which put the veil of death!

When seasons change

And time casts off its petals

That death white never changes.

Yet still away are those silent moments

Which accompany death,

And Death,

You still stay far away like a stranger

Also, the cold blanket of blue skies

With frosting silver spots!!

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