Moment Is Death

Poem By Prabir Gayen

Moment is death

Life is slipping moment by moment,
Every moment is death,
Each bud is buried within its flowering,
Flower is the death bed of a bud,
Every lovely thing is losing its loveliness,
A single wave is nothing but death,
Within the womb of death it spread it's wings,
A moment is too deep to contain.

@Prabir Gayen:
18 September,2020,7: 05 PM.

Comments about Moment Is Death

Profound poem. Situation is going from bad to worst. ay by day things are deteriorating.


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