Death, peculiar and pious,
One of the queer things of life.
I often wonder how is it that
Sometimes even foresight
and the triumphant moonlight
Cannot strengthen you
To bear the sight of a life less body
On a darkened daylight.
What is worse you might decide
A body with a soul and a thudding heart
already dying? or
Him, a relentless soul with a
Passion to live each moment?
Ever looked into the eyes'
of a man dying?
They are alive with a desperate hope
to live for a minute more
Ever looked deep into the eyes'
of a man for whom the future remains unknown?
You will see tinge of hidden sadness
His eyes will speak a thousand words
I can’t shed a tear
Cause there is seldom fear
A known fact that it’s all a part of living
Just about everything
What is it about death
I don't seem to understand
Contemplating and condemning
I hate this circle of life
Why should I be given something
only for it to be taken far away?
But oh!! I wish so wish..
I could hold on to you for a little longer..
My precious dear life
Oh! see there it goes away...