Death Through My Life Part Two
As an adolescent I grew with the knowledge of existence of soul within,
My life tainted with dirt and filth, consciously and unwittingly,
Unawares I must have bitter experiences of mocking dangers,
The tenets of life on earth had always veiled the truth of death to me,
I must have travelled with the unseen breath of death,
Yet the hand of death had not targeted me before time.
I entered into the clothes of manhood, pale and gloomy,
Amidst fire I strolled holding a two-edged Sword,
I fell into dungeons smeared with mud and sludge,
With the perception of vestiges of death scurried thro’ corridors,
At times I broke the Law deliberately,
Yet the aim of death lost its mark upon me.
Now I run my life thro’ fragrant thorns with pleasant bruises,
Enigmatic vestiges of terror of death lashes my spirit,
Persistent lingering of fatal epidemic demonstrates its cruel act,
And it’s a massacre staged by the cowardly Evil,
Which has its black scepter flaunting ‘gainst the GOOD,
And the breath of death passes nearby, but HE is with us.
But the day will come as the day was fixed to me,
And as the Law of the Divine Master the aim will hit the target,
And I shall be one amongst in the line of the grave,
The nature of my exit hath been veiled with the time unknown unto me,
Yet the Word hath already marked the sojourners’ exit distinctly,
And it’s my concern to let my soul pass gently beside HIM.
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