Haunting the nights
His dark, hooded face;
With rope in his hands
His presence a maze
Appearing at life's end
He's the Grim Reaper
Or along with Chitragupta
The Yamraj we fear
With notes of our deeds
Whether good or bad
A human's greatest fear
I'm this life he's led.
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My Brainwork 1: Collection Of Poems
PoetryHi everyone. I have decided to post my various thoughts via poems. The chapters here will be arranged according to different topics. You can read according to your choice.Hope you like them. Also, if you find typos, grammatical mistakes, etc, do...
