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Aug 2015
We’ll die someday,

This way or that way,

Or some else way,

But hey!

Are we afraid of it?

Yes we are.

We’re afraid of a ‘no’ in a love proposal,

Let alone death,

The end of all.

The epic fall,

After which there is,

Probably no rise.

I surmise.

Even if there is,

We won’t remember,

It is so,

As good as no.

Even after all the labs & tests,

Death with the unknown rests.

As much we may boast,

This may be our last toast.


Do not be afraid.

Forget the trivial complaints,

Forgive the forgivable taints,

You too have so many.

Be together,

Even in a dull weather.

Even a dull opportunity

Is better than none,

Who knows we may never see,

The next rise of the sun.
Satyan Sharma
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Satyan Sharma  India
(India)   
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