Death roams not only in the evenings

Beloved! We met in different costumes along this endless cycle of births & deaths.
We touched each other with secret whispers,
Then we discussed in a friendly manner about life, love, sex and fear of change, challenges and lot of things.
But the corrosive noble death obstructed our path.
He is the only person that never changes his rotten name
Comes with the same opaque identity
And who grabs our innocent personality?

I dedicate this poem to the deceased Sri Lankan celebrated poetess Monica.Ruwan.Pathirana

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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