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if one can capture death
and have it arraigned in the court of peoples heart
who will be its defendant?
as everyone else, a witness
who will plea its case?
and convince the eternal judge
and victims of all sorts...
how right it was to have snatched life from...
a sleeping day old and his weaken labouredly mother
rich and the poverty stricken
priests and even the most hated robbers…
death, how right are you?
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life itself is transitional
with solace in mysteries...
and horizon of clear consciences
what other amoury is greater?
death, another passage
unveils a greater future
without which all remains same
...an exit of sorts, invites another
death still knocks
each seconds, an invite
greater faith in god
love; good deeds, sets us free..
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dusts to dusts
what we had owed the flesh, we have returned
debtors; creditors at par
...trailing the travail of souls
dotted dots, crosscheck…
in minds scale all deeds, laid
mirroring the goods and evils alike
swinging pendulum, who wins?
dotted dots, in-between
souls that was touched tell tales
warp and weft of our lives tapestry
as, each moment counts our deeds against us.
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