Monday, March 14, 2016

Death

Death

Who are we to claim an individual world?
We are the slaves of time
And puppets of death!
Are we not moving with time
Like being dragged along?
As though we are the sun
Entrapped in the phenomenon of
Rising and setting,
We have our life
Coming and going!
Yesterday fades within our sight,
And today comes from far
Yet envious tomorrow takes
All we have
All we gather.
As air stops moving in us,
Like a log of wood we lay down flat
For devil organisms to feed on our flesh.
What we were a while ago
And what do we become a while after?
Time takes toll on us
And one day,
We become servants of the death.
Life is but a death in disguise!




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