Poem – To Death 

If within my heart there’s mould,

If the flame of Poesy

And the flame of Love grow cold,

Slay my body utterly.
Swiftly, pause not nor delay;

Let not my life’s field be spread

With the ash of feelings dead,

Let thy singer soar away. 


About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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