What happen to them
The people who act
That death is not
What they are afraid of
They pushed the thought of death
Because they are afraid
That might end up
Making them desolate
Death is only misery
People feel crestfallen because of them
We thought we had chance to choose
But actually we dont
Grief and mourning is what we feel
For the one who god loved and cared
They are gone with nothing
They wont come back with everything
Death cant be endured
We wished that we can
But it was bound
That we will become them.
[L.S.D]
