DEATH

Death is the most laborious pain for those who have left by their love ones. You can never see them again.
O death where is your victory?
Where is your sting?
Death may come as a friend
But leaves mark until the end

Death is a mystery
What life awaits us after death?
But it comes to all
Its painful, tears and crush the soul

Death is a silence, which is never broken
To the weary and despairing
Life will come to an end
Like a thief comes in the night.

By amrie prakash
Published: 6/22/2009
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