Death Stares

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
 I presume

“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.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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