Death is the ultimate


With each moment, death is coming near
Fiercely like a gush of wind,
Roaring like a mighty lion in arrogance,
Yet so silently, will whisper in ears,
Your time’s up!

Unstoppable like time,
With each sunshine,
Bringing joys and sorrows,
Imbruing life in various shades,
Shades of eternity, shades of mortality,
Shades of bliss, shades of misery,
Shades of elation, shades of ecstasy,
Shades of despondency, shades of melancholy,
Shades of grey, till the doomsday,
When life will merge with death,
Without any dejection, without any fear,
With each moment, death is coming near,
And will silently whisper in ears,
Your time’s up!

Bringing sometimes a ray of hope,
Sometimes drowning that in dark cloud,
Hurriedly waking up in dark nights,
Singing a lullaby to make sleep tight,
Nonchalantly through the whims of dusk,
Canvassing entire existence and universe,
Bringing consternation and smiles,
Walking wearilessly through several miles,
An open secret, yet so abstruse,
An illusionary grail, yet so true,
Steadily moving towards morgue,
With each passing moment, death is coming near,
One day will arrogantly whisper in ears,
Your time’s up!

With each moment, death is coming near
Shrieking like a fearless reality,
Plumping like a crude abstract,
performing like an amphitheater,
With each passing moment, death is coming near
One day will hastily whisper in ears,
Your time’s up!

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