DEATH 2 : SONNET 9

I dread when I behold the earth to come !

There is that earth beyond you can imagine,

But I can see what the future does form -

A deathless, safe, sublime earth down the timeline.

And I dread I will die for good and all,

But all will exist with that earth forever -

The sun. the moon, the stars, the rain, the fall,

The blooms, the birds, the wild, the soil, the river -

All with benign earth of beauties and bliss,

And, too, immortality, but I'm nowhere !

To death does each fall, no doubt I will perish

The soul of my body, self, pride all bare.

Mourn I born now to die before that earth

Where die will none once they've there taken birth.

-- N P SAMAL

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