The fishes would be out of water,
The birds ,on the ground, would take rest,
And nothing would seem to matter,
Whatever - worst or best.
The tough circumstances would no longer remain,
And the showers of peace would finally rain ,
One journey would conclude itself,
A new journey would , thereafter, begin.
The soul would surrender to Almighty lord,
And your body will drop all its load,
When it'd be your time to depart,
They both would tread two different road.
And you'd be silent, You'd be numb,
When you'd lay for your final rest,
But dont you wonder when it'll come,
Coz Death's an uninvited guest.
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