Tuesday 11 July 2017

(Old Post 89)..Death

DEATH 


Truth of death is very deep
soul leaves,forever body sleeps

Immortal is our soul and is free
plays its role as a selfless tree

When leaf fall
A tree never cries

On young leaf call
neither does it rejoice
Something so obvious is 'Death'
Each one's life cycle is preset

Body eventually fades and becomes dull
But soul is supreme and is immortal

Each event in life is a replay
Individual role is a pre-scripted play

But memories are attached to this body of flesh and blood
And dear ones leaving us makes tears shed

Any pain will heal with time
Nothing in this materialistic world is 'Mine' !!!


Composed by
Priyanka Kamath

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