Nothing is certain in this life
but death is certain in every one's life
it will come one day
no one can avoid
it rare comes as per choice
but if God asks me about my choice
i shall seek three choice in my life
to hug the death in my life
My first choice is to die for my motherland
which has heard my first cry
that has nourished and brought me up
with full devotion and satisfaction of my life
the soil that taught me to walk
strutting and falling when
i was caught on thee AANCHAL
and saved me from all injuries
My second choice if agreed to
i shall feel lucky
to die for mankind
to die for a prosperous world
My third choice is the death of Jesus Christ
who is alive till the planets and stars are in the sky
Because it is the death for universal kind
so it can not be defined as death kind,
AANCHAL - The corner end of Sari which is the uniform of Indian woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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