Death: The dead are ignorant. A traditional poem
Good day friends follower and steemians online. I believe we all are having the best time on steemit.
I want to write on a traditional poem which expresses DEATH
I believe you will enjoy it. Kindly read
My child was bound-my child has gone.
Is no-one there to care for it?
Look after him and I will thank you.
Unspeakable misfortune has befallen me.
Weeping and sobbing interrupt my son;
I bore a lovely child.
The dead have now inherited this treasure.
Don't cry
Mother of a single child, don't cry.
All roads lead to the grave.
Loud weeping cannot make the dead return.
Mother of a single child, don't cry.
Death is our lot.
Death is man's lot.
I too will die one day.
I shall not cry for help on the last day.
For is not that the end of everything?
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Thanks for reading this poem; From Mr.Gossip James @gossipmill.
Lets bear this Loud weeping cannot make the dead return
what an inspirational poem. i love this. I just gave you a resteem