Death
Death is not the end of life
But is the life of the ends
Nobody is to tell us about this black hole
That there is body or soul
But to reach there is everyone's goal
There is peace after death , say our saints
But they never show the brush with which they paints
Our elders say that death is very cruel
But they have no prove for it's approval
It's the way for hell and heaven says religion
But they don't know where goes the lion and the pigeon
There is big mirror against our eyes
In which everyone's imagination flies
But nobody knows , where the true lies
©shahidkhan
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