Treasure Island

Savio Vogt

(26th dec 1992. / India)

About Death!


At times near,
Shall I not shed a tear,
For peace attained,
At last a dream,
I slip into my faithful stream,

Were light's no end,
And love is splend!
Were there is no sleep,
Were tears do not weep,

Such a place! !
Death can be,
Such a deep mystery! !

For those who's hearts,
Lay in good,
The treasures they enjoy,
Must! They should!

For those who's hearts,
Lay in bad,
For them I'd shed a tear,
For I'll feel sad,

I do not know where they'll go,
But! All I know is for them there's life no more,
So I'll kneel to say a prayer,
So that god may forgive and start to care.

Yet! Who am I?
To know of death,
Till my end,
I have not met,

Yet! End's to come,
So I'll wait,
I'll do good,
And have my faith.

Submitted: Friday, January 06, 2012
Edited: Saturday, January 07, 2012

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