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As I take my poetic pencil to describe, 
birth, 
     death ,  
               earth  
                      and life.
I see a young Jason coming, screaming 
Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing
As the  darkness walks away 
and the bright sun shines the way. 
Society and family clap their hands 
As they receive a fabulous creature 
Kind-hearted son is alive, 
Parents,nurses, church leaders and believers,
govermental officials  and  neighbours smile.

Oh! Life
Nevel was born. 
He learned to be bon.
family and community 
did not abandon Jason
He lived lovely, 
peacefully with the friends 
and most neighbours chiefly. 
He was called "China"
by many people and became famous 
In verulam like the republic of China. 
He was called "a good neighbour"
 by some folks.
They were called each other with Vanitha
 "honey,sweetie, sweet-heart." 
Let me express it 
in three words vers
"stong
         loving  
                   partners." 
As a good neighbor,I could witness
their small misunderstandings as human beings. 
Vanitha Naiker remains bottling a lot of memories
 about her late hobby China. 

Oh! death, 
Family and community
 did not abandon Jason 
But death knocked on  the door harshly
And separated the body and soul of Nevel Chetty.
Yoh!
Jason gone, 
A brilliant artist paint passed on 
Left his family and community members 
Left his best friend Pillay Isaiah 
Who knows nothing  about death. 
When he saw him on the floor 
He asked,"mamy why does uncle sleeps 
on the floor flat immobile?" 
The question sounded tricky as he is three years old 
And he  does not know the meaning of death yet.
He saw some family members 
carrying him to thekwini funeral luxury trans.
He asked,"mamy, where do  they carry uncle?" 
" to the hospital "she answered.
Many people around him were crying but
 he was still clueless of the  depart 
of  his best  friend to rest. 
I and some people who heard Jason
 knocking on the door at five am and said
 " it is Sunday , don't you go to church?" 
I and some  people who last 
saw China walking Sunday at nine 
morning  and left this earth  
at past ten morning were puzzled.
" How...it is impossible,
Why happening this way?" 
many folks did not believe.
Nevel's last word to me 
on sunday at nine morning was, 
  " sorry pastor." 
I could not notice 
it was a good bye 
good neighbor. 
may his soul rest in peace 
With those who left this earth 
to live after death 
While waiting for the last Judgement 
By the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
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