Death
Death
It is simple when you born and bloom
One day you will fall like a flower
By breeze
You filled your house with things
Happiness
And live unaware of this uninvited
Stranger in your celebration
Which deprives you of self and
Shining colors become faint
As somebody washed made blank
You never keep it before eyes and live every moment
Besides, never open the door of the heart
Always dangling board of houseful
Around neck
And never. Love somebody more
Than life.
Otherwise, you have no identity
As human beings at all.