Speedy vehicles of corporal casing
Dash into the ambiance of bizarre goal
Avarice zeal with quest for assets
Venomous heart with cranny brain
Astute eyes with lame credence
Amass in the boulevard of life
Beleaguer one by one, sever laws
Neophytes to nonagenarians vie
To surmount the Grand finale
The mission of life is Death
Why this mortal combat?
VIGIL KUMAR 
The mission of life is Death
I hope not
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Beautiful !
utham
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fantastic !!! so fantastic. Thank you for taking me in your mission.
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excellent final lines! I really like this!
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Very good poem.
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an astounding pairing of poetry and picture. You are laureate material, my friend!
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An excellent final question.
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Grim prophecy of Blake; Eliot modern relevence; and a natural inclination towards the darkness that rivals Plath; all this while maintaining your own unique voice, good stuff vigil
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the real essence of life lost in the journey and here you point out clearly the unnecessary paths that confuse it.beautifully stated and gorgeous theme of the background
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Reblogged this on vigilkumar.
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Finely written
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The last two lines are superb!
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