Mort Douce

Dear ones forbid me to utter thy Name.
Oh Sweet eternal sleep. Oh releaser of All sorrow.
Oh supreme glory.
My sweet escape!
Embrace me and cherish my embers. Like magical enchantments do I utter Thy name.

For I have known that whilst the Universe whimpers at thy arrival,
The victim sleeps profoundly.
A magical trance, the living has never Known.

-Rounak Barman

To my fellow WordPress Bloggers, please take note that due to the restrictions of the theme which makes the capitalization go haywire, the poem is best read on Unveiled Rhythms than the wordpress app reader. Happy reading. 💮

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