The Gift of Death
A nearly unending road,
On which man travels,
To reach a place offering peace
A destination that welcomes all.
A few bumps along the path,
Some smooth edges,
Crossed only to achieve something unachievable.
A journey undeniable.
A path that every man travels on after birth.
It is our fate.
A destiny unquestionable.
Still people challenge it, run from it.
Knowing that at last it comes for us all.
God gave man a gift. One he himself doesn’t have.
A gift that man does not value.
Something more precious than paper or rocks
An end to all our pain
An end to a path full of mysteries and adventure
Copyright © Anadi Pathak | Year Posted 2021
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