grave faces, <br /> in the graveyard <br /> of death. <br /> gnawing the core <br /> of heart. <br /> with a sense of surrender <br /> to fate. <br /> <br /> ashen looks, <br /> of near and dear ones, <br /> time and again <br /> waiting to see <br /> the unknown to happen, <br /> or awed, with the awareness <br /> of the known. <br /> anticipate anxiously, <br /> for the strike <br /> of the death knell. <br /> <br /> yet i wonder, <br /> what i am afraid of. <br /> the death of, all i have seen <br /> or the unknown death of me. <br /> <br /> the future holds, <br /> not a happy scape <br /> of blooming days. <br /> <br /> i wonder, what is the <br /> length and breadth <br /> of happiness. <br /> why is man always unhappy, <br /> both being two sides of the coin <br /> <br /> is n't it true that, <br /> we should face both, <br /> with equanimity, and courage.<br /><br />ritty patnaik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-death-in-the-family-2/
