Death.. you are a poem with an infinite sonnet,
you are an eternal friend driving a car with swanky bonnet,
and when you arrive horning in with all muses & raves,
literally carrying along with you.. your muse from pave,
life ends & the end begins it's journey of another life,
hopefully much better than the past that was full of strife,
well I literally shall not be in know who I was n who I shall be,
may be my karma decided it & shall decide..My Life tree,
in any way... Na Bhooto na bhaviyshati..all I know is the present,
Or the gift of God called life whose end is definite & hopefully pleasant...
O God..🙏🙏🙏👴🏼
