Death, A mystery

Sun, 03/16/2014 - 12:23 -- chetna8


Nobody know it,but everybody flows towards it ..

In the stream called Life, Held by space and time..


What is it, i wonder here..

Its existence, I fear..

I am afraid,and I care..

For all those, who are to me Dear..


It surrounds me,still  don't feel it..

At rare moments, i do believe it..

But can my ignorance,ever delete it..?

If answer is NO,then its worth facing it..








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