Death My Best Friend

Death My Best Friend short poem

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Death is my beloved
That’s why she eludes,
I hold her in my arms
Out she slips and slides.

She is too beautiful
Words cannot express
Let my feelings stay in
Echo within unsuppressed.

She rejuvenates me
Gives me a new attire
Treats me thoroughly
Blessing with new fire.

She is very clever
Quietly she comes
Like a lovelorn
In my ears she hums.

Since birth she is
And will stay with me
But keeps aloof still
Gives me company.

But shuns to hug me
Even I spread my arms
I give her welcome-call
As fulfilling are charms.

How long will she keep
Me constantly waiting?
Craving for her hugs
Still keeps me waiting !

Sure I am she will bless
Soon without more delay
Give me eternal peace
Sure come what may.
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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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