We have become weary
And scary too
With slight advancement of death
That makes you heavy with breathe
The fear has engulfed the mind
With the idea of death unkind
Will I be picked up for heavenly tour?
These all thoughts turn you sour
I forget one simple factor
We are all made stage actors
To play different role
And wait for the destination call
It is all set
And certainly stated plainly
In no uncertain term
At any time can be your turn
Life journey is like stay at mid sea
With rising tidal waves to face or see
Sometimes it may turn favorable
And occasionally force you to struggle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes it may turn favorable And occasionally force you to struggle