Strike one day
I need someone to sing
My favorite song and bring
Same melody and rhythm
With sweet words in them
I am on death bed
And remaining as dead
Doctors have given hope to survive
But will I live more?
I have not given up
Any hope
For life's end
I pray and send good wishes to all
If prayers can bring in
"Some happiness and recovery" is to be seen
I shall most probably in same shape
As sun goes up in sky
As the body is made of clay
We won't know what shall be taken away!
But I know what the end shall be like
But I worry less as it has to strike one day
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As the body is made of clay We won’t know what shall be taken away! But I know what the end shall be like But I worry less as it has to strike one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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