I remember when we eat from silver plates,
Drink from golden carved cups,
Lying on bed as soft as a limestone,
With heads so glittered and glisten,
Then............
Comes death with its dreadful face,
Laying it icy hands on you,
Creating tears of no joy,
Making the world turn it back against us,
Pulling the pillar that held us,
Cut down our bond,
And we fall,
And fall forever.
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Author:
Annasthecia Joy Bissan (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "The face of the world" is a poem written not from personal experience but from other people's experience, the poet have seen how differenly the world treat people when their loved ones who use to be their pillar are no more and it is always a pathetic experience for them seeing another face of the world.
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Comments1
Is it possible to ever reclaim what was lost?
Opportunity they say comes once, life happens 🤷
I like the optimism
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