Words are spelt
When we are helplessly helpless to express….
And whatever real and deep-in-felt
Are inexpressible.
Nothing is guaranteed
But death…. is a fact.
And, basically, life is the cost
That we all pay
To buy the death,
Unwanted, but unavoidable.
Life is when we resist and fight;
Whereas death needs none
And comes in
When we cease to resist and fight.
It is with the thread of death,
The life is weaved into posterity.
Expressing
The most inexpressible
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