The dreadful day will come,
When we'll be on a death bed,
It'll be absolutely horrifying for some,
For some, not a tear they'll shed.
Whether you're happy or not, frightened you'll be,
Memories trickle, drop by dop, forming the life of sea,
Just like blood, drop by drop, you'll start to lose,
Consciousness, want to lose or not, less tightened grip on it will be.
You vision blurry,
Your hearing impaired,
You want to leave in hurry;
Your limbs heavy,
Your heartbeat fast,
Everything happening in a flurry.
Then will come the moment,
When you go to sleep for eternity,
Your body will now lie dormant,
Your soul gets one with divinity.
©saadat
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