Sreeja Tirkey

Death Comes Unawares

If I knew the time
When my end will chime
Will I be sad
Or run as if mad

But I would like to know
For I would like to show
All my love and care
To whom I regard so rare

Each minute and second would count
And all the togetherness and memories mount
But who are we to prepare
For Death comes unaware.

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