Life After Death

Life After Death short poem

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Is there life after death?
I’ve always wondered
No one seems to understand or know

People have told me what they think
Stories from everywhere make me ask
Is there life after death?

Each religion believes different things
But are they actually true?
No one seems to understand or know

People may be scared of death
But do they know what death really is?
Is there life after death?

I’ve asked this for ages
But they only problem is
No one seems to understand or know

After a while I’ve stopped asking this question
Because the answer is so simple
Is there life after death?
No one seems to understand or know

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Rhetorical questions do not have answers in logic, just in the heart, hear the voice of your heart and you will know.


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