EVEN DEATH HAS A HEART
It's all the time, the life is praised but no one praise for death, which is true and real emancipation of life and something which is the real truth. In the words of Alfred Tennyson, ― "No life that breathes with human breath has ever truly longed for death." Thus, in this post I intend to write a short poem on Death, entitled "EVEN DEATH HAS A HEART", which follows:- When the taste of life loses its flavour, When to live a life, feels like a hard labour, When Sun of life get eclipsed with dark frost, When the happiness in life seems to get lost, When sprinkles of life gets covered with wrinkl...