A lot of things I see today,
With different meanings, different shades;
Though different, yet they say one thing;
They all are meant to pass the gates
of life to enter death's regime.
However big a person is,
Whatever fame and name he has,
The author of this book of life,
Will never let his name stay,
Forever in the book of life.
The beauty of your lovely face
For me amidst this life and death,
is like a goodly glass of wine,
That brings me peace and blissful calm
Amidst the threats of finitude.
Khalid Jamil Rawat
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