Death - Poem by sarangee son
Death is always there with us twenty-four hours a day.
Death is there even you’re heath is good. Death has no love and gay.
Death is there even at work death is dangerous and our enemy.
When we die there is no love, no jealousy and no envy.
Death could happen even to sweet little babies, or cute little kids.
Death should be always with us, but we need to be ready like a kid.
Death has never postponed any time or place. But death is terrible to us.
Death is terrible to us especially sleeping at night under an open window unaware and thinking that there will be death.
Death should be like a dog then when it turns mad is bites! We must be aware of death.
Death is terrible!
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