Past was a gift to be alive <br />But to be now is a very hell <br />By secondary means of pursuit <br />The visible animal activities and all <br />All are framing under death. <br /> <br />The shines and flowers <br />Dream land and hard toil <br />Peaceful sleep and joy <br />Mocks the life of present <br />Were no rest rests. <br /> <br />The round ocean and pure air <br />Sparkling lives and peaceful mind <br />A life of past in a grace <br />Everything gold for a touch <br />Now remains old and old in new. <br /> <br />A passion for work and deeds <br />Graceful bliss and solemn images <br />All were pleasures and treasures <br />Everywhere the love and kindness <br />Now it's the emptiness in a living corpse. <br /> <br />Much said of the past <br />Present, what to say and hear <br />All remains barren in all <br />All the lives are a curse <br />We need a death and only death <br />A death which is a grace.<br /><br />abhimanyu kumar.s<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-by-grace/
