A/N: Hey everyone! So, this poem was the first ever good one I wrote, inspired by the picture (to the right)! Please do share your comments! Constructive criticisms are welcome! :)
Upon this drenched and dried land,
Worn and tired, here I stand!
Memories echo in me,
Of my childhood of glee,
When I used to be so careless and free,
When I used to wonder upon what I would be.
And now I stand here,
With my return, so near.
I place my burdens behind me,
And squint my eyes to clearly see.
A stick in my hand to guide,
I can barely hear him stride.
And each minute by which he nears,
My heart thumps with little fears.
But I can no more wait
For this is meant to be my fate.
'Are you ready?' asks the Death God,
Alas,I have no option but to nod.
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Wings Of Light
PoetryWe don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to susta...
