Oh death!
when will you spare me?
Come and take me home,
Come meet me.
I just want to be free.
Oh death!
My long lost friend!
Don’t hesitate to take this life,
That for years you lent.
Just come with flowers instead of a knife.
Oh death!
I await anxious,
This isn’t at all sad.
Come silent with all the colors,
Except red.
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Mishthi Shukla is a 15 years old Student.
“I write poems to escape the world, I dream to heal people.”
Email- mishthishukla8@gmail.com
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