Death is the last blow.

Hair turned gray; a blow.
Sight went weakened; a blow.
Teeth bid farewell; a blow.
Limbs failed; semen dried.
Blows after blows I bore.
Death is the last blow that
I won’t be there to bear.
30.12.2011

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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