Young Elder and Death
Young:
After I am being born I crawl at home
with my soft small legs and little fingers help me
I try to stand up but fall and fall
My lovely mother watches me with her sweet smile
comes near me and talks with me
rubs my head with her beautiful hands
my innocent baby life grows up
Elder:
After I am being grown up
I want myself to be a perfect human being
with proper education having all round development
My love life family life and social life
be full of all beauties with the blessings of God I want
I go ahead with the time
Death:
After being an old man I feel
Whatever I have got out of my whole life's experiences
at the end I must meet with doom space is my home
I am living with no physical body but
peace only peace is there I never found on earth
there ends all gloom
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Copyright © Bl Devnath | Year Posted 2013
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