Death, Be Not Proud
Death, be not so proud,
Today might roar thine dark clouds,
Be not still so proud,
Morrow, life will call aloud,
Thou shalt in a crowd wear shroud.
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Tanka |15.05.2021|
Topic: death, life
Poet’s note: COVID has been wreaking havoc all around. The other day I saw a picture of a newly made crematorium burning scores of pyres, dead bodies awaiting last death rites, the funereal shadows creeping slowly by, pre-monsoon dark clouds hanging overhead, and it looked as if Death has still been spreading its ill-gotten empire all around. Silence possessed me for a few seconds and from the resulting speechlessness was born this Tanka.
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2021
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