Life in its penultimate shell <br />awaiting birth to ring the bell; <br />a pamphlet of pain is delivered <br />a tear from a radiant mother, fell. <br /> <br />Before the human core can palpitate <br />Before the passive pulse can vibrate <br />A pamphlet of pain reverberates <br />Before the pupil can close or dilate <br /> <br />Harp! Rest part of the plot is left <br />Birth is invariably followed by death <br /> <br />Hindu manuscripts braves and rolls, <br />when Yama (the God of dead souls) <br />conscientiously writes black notes <br />insignificant stand your and my votes; <br />a pamphlet of pain is received by flood <br />far and near connected by blood <br />freeing from the worldly cloud <br />dawns a prolong piece of shroud.<br /><br />Soumita Sarkar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pamphlet-of-pain/
