Treasure Island

nikitha vedula

What is Death

What are you, who are you and where are you,
i have been dreaming about you all my life
from childhood to adolescence so forth

if death is loosing life i am dead
if death is loosing peace i am dead
if death is not knowing if i am dead then i am dead

dont know how the after world is
if there is one

dont know what the almighty has for me if their is one
dont know what death has for me if their is one

you have been my fascination all the time
wondering how you will come, when you will come.

what is death, is it leaving this physical body
leaving the peace of my mind
leaving everything and feeling lifeless
then indeed i am dead,

i am dead, with my life gone
i am dead with my peace gone
i am dead with my hopes gone
i am dead with aims gone
i am dead with my ambitions gone

i am dead i am dead i am dead

Submitted: Monday, February 04, 2008

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