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Fear of Death
Where is my heart, right or left?
It's right to say left , as it has to be.
I think of it only when a pain lingers
Dread of an attack making it still
Perhaps it's none than an air trap.
Whatever, a cold sweat sweeps us
My 50s is on the exit , 60 at door step
Doc says I should be very careful,
Since my heart is older than me.
As age count started just by birth.
But how to care, he has a magic list.
Less smoke, less liquor , less fat
More sweat, more water,more love.
And life is what I will gain, perhaps.
None knows if the chill is but nearby.
Well, death is inevitable and real
Will it come when self is ready?
When am I ready ? Should I know?
Is Today be my day of reckoning
If tomorrow should I be recalled.
Oh my! I dread the motionless me
I dread the weeps of my dear ones
I dread death, as 'am taphophobic
I dread death , as 'am acrophobic.
As not sure to the depth or height I go.
But I love to go to that inner world
Of that mystery ,we call after life.
To know how is the world beyond
To prove those masters of time
Right or wrong in what they taught
But for that should I need to die?
The shudder, listening to death's steps
Approaching , marking lives at random
Is more painful than of death itself.
If fear grips,final one is a second death.
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Johnson Vdev
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