Monday, January 14, 2013

DEATH


Thinking of death now, so much more
Never thought like this any time before
Willing to die and lie forever to know
What’s there in the death store?

Take me with you O death winged bird
Make me like you O singed dirt
Let me too see for once now
Is death a truth or myth?

Each morning I wake,
Not knowing when I’d die
Making a big fuss of life
Laughing at times and at times I cry

Cannot take it anymore this messed up life
Come dear O death make me your friend
And show me that yet unseen end
If not willing to kill then at least gives me a try

2 comments:

  1. I loved the way you have written it and message you passed.
    Well we really don't know what death is and all we can do is keep going.


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    1. Yes, all we can do is keep going. Well Said Umesh thanks a lot.

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