Death comes in bits and pieces
A postcard that sans the soul
The last offering to the god of life
One last drop of water on earth for thousands of alive
The question is who will have it
The well off or you ,the empty one
Out of all the people
Whose ashes are going to be put to rest
Who is going to be laid on the bed of peace
And if death is miles away
How long do you need to lurk around for the entreat
There is a stereo of life where the music is dark and shady
The incendiary lyrics playing along
While you dredge out your blocked life
What is silting you ?
Stop here question again
Are you the silt ?
Do you need the clear
Question till you
Meet the death ,riding with a harp of melancholy
A peaceful melancholy in this deaf world
Question him
Whether death can fill in your empty soul .
You may find your answers
But death won't come to you at once
For it only comes in bits and pieces.
Wait until you find it ,survive until it engulfs you.
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