Soon the autumn will come
And the winter too.
As I lay counting my days -
I wonder, will this autumn be my last
Yet I long for winter and spring too,
Will my dying day be happy as I am
Yet I long for sunshine and
Will I be able to face my death?
Yet I long for more years and
Will my soul reincarnate after I go?
Yet I wish but hate this life too.
Will I be paid for my deeds in
Yet I don't believe in superstitions.
Will I be welcomed in heaven?
Though nobody has seen heaven and
These questions are mysteries
And I'm entangled in grief
Searching for the answers !!