Time will come when
My body will lie motionless
There will be no breath and
Peace will reign all across my face
My veins will fall dead
Heart will stop to whisper
I will close eyes never to see
To my enemies I won't again bother
I will finish a circle of
Birth and death in a nice way
Final whistle will blow for me
To a mysterious world I find my way
Like a log of wood my
I will be placed on funeral pyre
With chant of prayers I will be lit
And I will rise to the sky with the fire
My story will end here
I don't know a new one starts
My people miss me for few days
Slowly I fade away from their hearts
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Like a log of wood my is my body I will be placed on funeral pyre.............A beautiful poem is shared! (10)