After Life
Death is a great leveller
A balm for all our ills,
Frees us from every sickness
Without a need for pills.
Old rivalries forgotten
Buried under the sun,
Enemies turn cherished friends
For the role plays are done.
Know ether world is richer
With treasures ever be,
Yet we cling to dear life
Afraid that it would flee!
Essence of life is simple
It’s like ringing a bell,
Whose tolling spells happiness
With a magical spell.
The magic breaks not at death
Know this my mortal dear,
True happiness will unveil
When the heavens loom near.
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