Sigh, whether fair, tall, dark, or short,
Still unraveled, the mystical face, the size of Death,
Curious, but unfortunately, known only to people when they taste Death,
I pen a verse for Death, the silent guest,
Whose solemn presence puts hearts to test!
A eulogy for the unwanted Myst,
Which takes souls on a journey through wings of light,
Time to go, to taste it differ,
Either as breakfast, lunch, or supper.
Warning for others, punishment for some,
Natural for others, repercussions for some,
Death, driver to home,
In the embrace of the great unknown,
Where all journeys end and seeds are sown.
Death is not the end, but a gateway,
To realms unseen, where spirits sway,
In the tapestry of life and time,
A thread of fate, a solemn chime.
The gentle hand that guides,
Through valleys dark where sorrow hides,
Yet in its touch, a tender grace,
As we depart this mortal place.
Omnipresent, that turns a happy family,
Into a sour, bad & bitter family,
One that renders a powerful man powerless,
Equalizes the powerful and powerless.
A visitor that comes in with no permission,
A guest without any invitation,
Whether you live in a crowd,
It brings you out alone and throws you into a pit.
Death is a bridge to cross into another world,
We shall be served according to our deeds in the world,
Death takes away freedom,
Death gives freedom.
Humans try to run from Death,
But can’t wait to be in Paradise,
As if a car can take them there,
Why run from Death!
© Fawaz writes ✍️