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,
You still stay far away like a stranger
Also, the cold blanket of blue skies
With frosting silver spots!!
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