Bury Me Not So Soon
“I am the master of my fate”
O Time, breathe softly
And caress my wounds
By your wings vagrant
And let the sun rays
Enfold me in their vault
While singing their song
Of eternal peace
As I bemoan the battle lost.
Bury me not so soon,
My companion for life,
A man rich in glory vain
Striving for triumphalism
Through battles galore,
Will, how could he,
To breathe his last
Until his veins have shed
That last straw of the rebel
Burning in his heart.
"I am the master of my fate" - William Ernest Henley
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2020
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