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.