Why fear thee, brother death
That sharest, breath by breath,
This brimming life of mine?
Each draught that I resign
Into the chalice flows.
Comrades of old are we;
All that the present knows,
Is but a shade of me;
My Self to thee only
and the past is known.
By John Banister Tabb
2 comments:
Chapri !!! .. I read it from the beginning expecting it to be a creation of yours .. just to be fooled at the end .. :P
Same here! :P
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