If you are breathing,
Then death is the most certain thing,
That can ever happen to you.
Death is the only,
Perfect creation of the almighty.
After showing us all of his creations,
He unveils his master piece.
Our journey always ends with it.
We don’t know,
Which breathe of ours,
Is going to be the last one.
But still while breathing,
We take the next breath for granted.
there is an end to everything so everything seems beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like your poem Rohit. Beautifully penned.
thank you