The Unknown World Poem by Noor Ankar

Beneath that little word
There is a wide world
You can feel its cold
At the end of that road
You can feel it hits on your sensitive cord
Three creepy letters can't be ignored
Or even avoid
When your dignity aint yours to hold
Because its already sold
Where your silence worth gold
Mop the floor from blood and sit till you get bored
Do you want to be bold? !
Then there is a life that need to be fold
Your death will be called
So shut up till you get old
What is that word? ! ! ! !