Drowning, I caught the straw.
The straw smiled at me,
Eyes full of compassion,
Knowing fully well
It could not save me.
‘I leave your hand my dear friend,
I said in a gentle voice.
I would not drag you
In this huge watery tomb.
Weary of this life, I depart
With regrets none and smiles many.
pramila khadun
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Poignant and imaginative, noteworthy for its apt brevity.
Thanks for this magnificent comment dear Vijay.
Acceptance of everything from life to death………..wonderful!
Thanks dear Anoucheka for this lovely comment.