Pieces of life (Poetry)

The Deathbed

Nothing will matter

At the end of times

The hate towards others

Will feel like crimes

It is truly a gift

But we waste most of it

We have an illusion

That we will always be fit

Everything is perished

No one can play god

The realization hits late

And we see how we are flawed

We will want to live again

But the god won't show mercy

All the ego will vanish

As we were never worthy

No one can escape it

It's our desitny

Spread love and kindness

Before you make any other enemy