It’s evident, everyday one dies,
The man sees this with his eyes,
Yet, to live forever he desires,
Also seeks to enjoy for years.
A hungry rabbit in the wood
Runs out in search of its food,
But a vulture’s time is so good,
That it devours the rabbit as food.
If anyone knows, next minute
He would from this world quit,
With what interest he would act?
So, God kept the death a secret!
One is born one’s fame to earn,
Better, otherwise, one isn’t born.
The deeds done, good or bad,
Shape one’s next life, bright or sad.
It’s evident, everyday one dies, The man sees this with his eyes, Yet, to live forever he desires, Also seeks to enjoy for years..it is like oasis water still we run after it and try to perform many evils in life though it is certian tht we got to leave it one day....very beautiful and thoughtful prsentation......10 read mine...go back....pulled from sleep...welcome.....should we die..pledge (all new)
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Death is the truth and greatest wonder behind. Everyday a person sees and feels this wonder but he never feels the reality. This is again wonder. You have brought up the truth into light of limelight. Law of death is secret. God is very wonderful to convey us tis truth. An interesting poem is beautifully penned...full 5 stars.