The Death
Why for that which is born,
Death is certain,
Doesn't god knows,
The pain of his family members?
Whenever the soul goes,
Up towards the heaven,
Wouldn't he may be remembering,
His wife and children when they were seven?
Why all that live,
Must surely die?
Was really the soul's wish,
To go in the heaven high!
I asked all this questions,
To my father at a time,
He made me recognise,
This is life, each living will die!
With this I always remember,
For that which is born,
Death is certain,
And for the dead birth is certain!
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