‘Death'
“A
white clothed woman
In
the service of humanity,
Passing
her life with great dignity.
Having
the dreams of bright upcoming,
Knowing
not what fate is approaching.
A
white clothed woman
With
beautiful eyes and serene smile,
Passing
her life with great style.
Misfortune
lead her into a wicked trap,
Returning
way from that is only death.
A
black devil attached on her
Savagely
pinched her into the soul,
Tragically
ruined her life the whole.
Like
vegetable she is inhaling the breath,
With
every moment yearning for death.
A
fatal day of her life
Has
snatched all her smile,
Mutable
her life into a painful pile.
She
was bind into her own cage,
Her
suffering is beyond any age.
A
pitiful plea for death
Can
cure her deep wounds,
As
her damage is beyond any bound.
Her
soul need a new abode,
As
here she has no up road.
A
day came in her life
When
God poured His grace,
Laying
His mortal hands on her face.
Now
she will fly beyond the cloud nine,
As
there is none who can her confine.
An
example she has set
As
death is not always cruel,
It
comes on everyone as a rule.
But
for some it is caressing,
Spring
over them the divine blessing.”
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