They won't get
today's touch
of the rainbow
color of the first
rising Sun.
Neither, they
will hear the
songs of thrushes,
cuckoos......There,
Winter is hugging
every dead-heart.
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In search of warm,
cozy-bed they longed
once throughout their charming
youthful days!
There's the frosty-bite
of death, domination
of the cruel-hands
of Time- our soul-mate,
performing His duty
of sucking secs
from our deadline
of this beautiful Earth.
Who are in grave
knew the beats of
love, affection, disdain,
cruelty, revenge
lust- - - -each
and every fuel
to keep burning
their desire, longing
to drink life
from their tumbler!
Their cells burnt
to burn their foods
and cherished dream.
Now, they are lying
in last gesture!
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We are also in the queue,
for the zone,
where winter reigns....
In their graves,
they wait for us...
They, who are in grave!
Neela Nath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-are-in-grave/
