Death
Death- the only bitter truth
Hiding in the perishable beauty of life-
Smiles
From the centre.
Like,
A seed in a flower
Soul in a body
Second in an hour.
Hibernates,
Till the date the flower fades
The fruit ripens
The body decays
The hour is over.
Appears,
As if
It had not been.
Like the first rain year after,
The
first tears behind long laughter.
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Ishwor Prasad Kadel is from Chitwan, Nepal. He can be reached at ishworkandel@yahoo.com.
