Sometimes, I feel it is better to die young.
“No” I say, “it is not in your hands”
I know pretty well.
So thinking I grow up in years
death still remains far
“No”! I cry. My heart warns
” You can never predict death”.
Assume my heart will give up.
stop pumping and will rest in peace.
That day might be today, tomorrow,
this hour, no one knows.