I really don’t understand why
People do not talk about you much.
Why they feel so terribly terrified
From your single touch.
I know you must be feeling sad
Because life is all they care about
& they rarely think about you
Of which there should be no doubt.
They think life is forever with them
And you will only meet them in old age
But they are actually reading a book
& you can be on the very next page
Death, Don’t you worry dear
I don’t think you are bad at all
You are the one who will finally
Take me to my God at his call
You are like the hope we all have
No matter how hard life may get
You are there for us?
To put everything to rest
This world I am in, is but a dream
And I wish to wake up so eagerly
I want to see the real world now
So when are you going to wake me?
Your true admirer
P.S : You are such a beautiful hope
Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise
You are my hope to a new life
You are my new life in disguise