"This is a poem personifying the perception of death by human beings, by the first person dialogue, here the place(abode) we reach after death is call..
Under the huge sprawling boughs of trees the tattered soul gets rest,over the meadows of serene beauty the winds blow with the sweet wet scent of dew ..
Its been years,but nothing could change my fateI kept blaming,but hoped secretly that someone would save.Stood in front of mirrors,figuring the right ..