Life ends like a game of a toy;
Where, no one will ever enjoy;
   The toy of  God  is made of bones;
Later it becomes tomb stones;
This is  a song that all must learn;
Remember, remains is taken to burn;
Human body is just like desert dust;
Our domicile is not on earth to rest;
Lament after the shadow dispels dark;
Mourn with others; never fail to mark;
In a slight moment, pleasure decay;
Bearing agony our lives go away;
Thirst in drought for our laid souls;
The story repeats; the same unrolls;
In love with the grave for the last breath;
The episodes continue around the corners;
Of a new birth, life, as we all go as sinners !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
williamsji@yahoo.com
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