Death is the only way…

a poem by Victor Raj

You reject, the most fragrant rose of my garden- But
I accept, the flowers falling from your hair.

You refuse to speak a single word to me- But
I compose numerous poems for you.

Music of your curse never reaches my ears- But
Sound of my praise travels to you at light’s speed

You may live, without thinking about me- But
Death is the only way to sleep without dreaming you