Birth
Is the
First step towards
Death.
Life
Is a gift,
Though
Rife
With
Strife.
So why postpone
Unwrapping it?
Live
As if
There is
No tomorrow.
Do we know
When its time to go?
Lest
You are overcome
With regret
And shock
When death
Knocks.
BASED ON SUFI PHILOSOPHY
This poem is a gift I find a precious one from a thoughtful heart. It gives ample of thougths... a day today is gone and face today is gone... millions of days and faces are waiting.. a day in hand is precious to live and appreciate..... a very good write.10+ Rema
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Yes how true.LIFE is a GIFT, and today is a PRESENT! -Raj Nandy