Possessed Death
Just a five letter word that makes everyone scared,
Just a fate which no one can bare
A very awful feeling, a bit confusing, a bit disturbing,
When I think about my death bed,
Get scared and deep in a thought,
Don’t know what
Trying to diagnose....
What did I achieve if I die this very moment?
With my blood oozing out and making my body go red!
A very shattering word it is
Which makes me think?
What do I possess in this greedy world?
What talent or mission did I think to ever have?
Something annoys me
Makes me anxious
Is it me on my death bed?
Is my soul in rest?
To my belief
May be I just dreamt but in reality
The situation is still not satisfactory
Where is my death bed?
What in this greedy world do I possess?
May be nothing but only my peaceful soul with my ultimate death!
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