
Absolute silence come in front;
pages of thoughts about to be burnt.
Dreaming of future came to an end;
life give up itself to mend.
Is this a Death?
Screaming loud of duty that is due,
None to hear, just a mourning few.
Playing a game with plenty fouls,
thousands made reluctantly growl.
Heaven or Hell is the call,
Incautious and helpless body take a fall.
Immortal soul get a release,
leaving behind the life, which was on lease.
Is this a Death?
Death is what we finally achieve,
Respect to the journey we cherished.
Peace!!
Mow Playing -- Death is what we see :D
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