I Too Await His Hinting Nod
A Aniruddha Pathak
0
Altın Yaprak
Fire worms know it right from birth—
Know sacrifice and its worth,
So do dewdrops on green leaf—
They seldom have all the day,
That their life's born to be brief—
That would end with sun's first ray.
Me too, no chosen pea in pod,
Awaiting His hint, His last nod!
_____________________________
Musings |03.04.2019|
Topic: destiny, death
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş