The Grave Is Just One Step Ahead Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

The Grave Is Just One Step Ahead
When I approached near goal of life
What naked reality frighten me is
My grave is just one step ahead of me.

How horrible is our life it is! , you think
You plant a little seed which is expected
To bear delicious jucy clusters of fruits
As reward for your blood and sweat.

I struggled throughout my whole life
To enrich it with all moments of joy.
When tree got loaded with wisdom fruits
Train of my life whistled for departure.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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