The day I was born
much before that
my death was scripted.
with the ink of that moment
my spark was bathed
And with death in my destiny
and all the experience gained
I was born one day
one look at life
and I forgot all that I brought
I will now not know till that moment
how close I am to my death today
if I could ask my soul
I would, of my death,
and she may even tell me
when and where
but it would be then
defeat of the purpose of life
And strain the love
life and death share
so till that day when I no longer breathe
I shall breathe and dream of life
and wonder if we can ever cheat death.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 2:54 AM UTC
The day I was born
much before that
my death was scripted.
with the ink of that moment
my spark was bathed
And with death in my destiny
and all the experience gained
I was born one day
one look at life
and I forgot all that I brought
I will now not know till that moment
how close I am to my death today
if I could ask my soul
I would, of my death,
and she may even tell me
when and where
but it would be then
defeat of the purpose of life
And strain the love
life and death share
so till that day when I no longer breathe
I shall breathe and dream of life
and wonder if we can ever cheat death.
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