Poem to life and death

Oh! shall I love as a lovely day when roses bloom'd and sights are gay and ah! like her lips so soft are they for lips that have smiled in so hard be the way these eyes that are blind for the sight of her grace and lives that are lost for the smile in her face from where they have came but met in a way the groove where the leaves of hemlock sway for thee and thy they laugh and cry In fall they did see those leaves to be dry and yet was love like them was the same but still in the cold she wept by my name and days for my blight that came and had died it's she, who had shown like stars at the night - Hridik Kanjilal