Sonnet of Death


When from the throes of broken parent heart
My soul in tears cried in the hour of gloom

For loss of that which lacking life was doom,              
The fine sweet cherub given as his Art,

And that small life, so much my life’s own part,
A better paradise, my best in bloom,

Lividly pouted tender lips in doom
Of that sweet life which was my second heart

I felt the world so cruel and so poor,
All days began in blood to end in blood;

Change terrified, Death darkly knocked the door,
And I felt Godless in desperate mood.

But now dear God! I knew a truth serene.
Death is a mercy and a shadow lean.                          BY: LP Devkota

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