The death is inevitable;
It can't be avoidable,
One day you will taste it
And become memorable:
What thing makes you so comfortable,


You aren't going to stay here till,
The day of resurrection befall:
You just have to pay back!
Of all the things, which you wrack,
And then you can't elude your fate at all.


That's all about the story of death,
Which you can't do it bequeath:
It is the thing which you alone endure;
Without explicitly any word for sure!
It's the result of you will reap what you sow.




Composed by Urooba Fatima.