Friday, 6 December 2024

POESY : WHEN THE CURTAIN DROPS

WHEN THE CURTAIN DROPS


In death let none sum me up,

Those that have never known me

Beyond surface scratching.

In life alone,

So in death be it,

The silent summer's last rainfall.


Composed by Sugata Bose

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