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
I loved the way you have written it and message you passed.
ReplyDeleteWell we really don't know what death is and all we can do is keep going.
Yes, all we can do is keep going. Well Said Umesh thanks a lot.
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