Death

Death short poem

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You bring fear in the eyes,
You dont differentiate between truth and lies,
Neither you look out for good and bad,
You just make everyone sad.

You come like a thunder in the sky,
When there are no birds which fly,
All we can do is just cry,
Until our tears get dry.

I am not afraid of you,
‘Cause I know,
One day I have to go,
Along with the flow.

But before I leave,
Only one thing I can say with heave,
However fearsome you are,
For which I can’t set a bar,
I will stay in the hearts,
Even if you punch them with your darts.

I will look at you with victorious eyes,
Which will speak no lies,
‘Cause I will be among the undead,
Lying on my bed,
Made of my achievements.

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I am an engineer but a bit different. I dont see the world as it is. I love to travel, paint, click photos. I am a working professional but i also try to find time out of my busy life to write down my feelings as poems or stories.
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