Death : the Only Constant

I might die today
And 
No one Will know. 

I might die today
And 
No one will cry. 

I might die today
And 
I shall be happy.

I might die today
Or
Die a little bit, everyday.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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April 8, 2018 at 7:40 AM
From the day of conception, we were born to die...A conscious poem indeed...All the best Manya
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