my
death
beckons
pure wisdom
at life’s fag end
nirvana attained, but too late
I leave behind torrential rains, but no flowers
Nirvana
my
death
beckons
pure wisdom
at life’s fag end
nirvana attained, but too late
I leave behind torrential rains, but no flowers
“at life’s fag end” I think I’ve learned something new today. Lovely poem Reena.
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Thank you so much, Michael!
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Excellent. You choose and use words beautifully. I would love to read your book, please suggest one.
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Will let you know 🙂
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