Every one dies
Of diseases; of illnesses; of accidents
Sometimes by self inflicted traps
Through murders, through snatch thieves
Through robberies, through stupidity
Yet nobody wants to die
Living in this world of good and evil smile
Touching the light of ray of hope
Wishing it lasts a life time many over
Then we know we have to go
On this planet only a temporary recluse
Waking up bless the soul
For we are here on grace of God
He decides when to take us home
The shelter of clouds
The caressing breeze of whispering souls
The images we see and feel
Know it isn't a permanent thing
Sadness shouldn't be
They have gone home
To the land better here
By grace of the Lord
Remembering them
People we meet and share
The foot prints anchor in our minds
As we walk on the streets
Smelling the air of living
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