To rushing hours
I ask sometimes
Why hurry so much
To bring me death.
For already a corpse
Am I without her
hands in mine.
Who says I rush
To bring you death,
Smiles back my time.
Know this, I run
To take you across
This death you live
To where life waits.
And I just break
to smiles again.
© Arindam Dey
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