Nile

 Nile 

Happily She saw the birds flying on the Nile.

Blood was bleeding for death in me behind her many mile. 

With stern face Death told me: let her go away, practice detachment, she is only transitory !

With smile and pain I responded : Oo revered death you are born from transitory things, shame on you.

Society calls her your wife due to my presence, said death.

Impurities of Society is destroyed by knife not by death natural, I sneezed out.

I told her 'I love you' 

Don't you whisper the feeling thats the food of fade that will eat you anyways, she said with tears.

By Roaske