The life and death

A Poem by Shabdita

It's about the time before the life and the death......

The life and death

Between the life and death
There are certain things which a man can never forget
We start up in the mothers womb
And end up in one a tomb

We worry for our future
Regret for our past
But we all end up at last
Be it heaven or hell

We had no worries when we were born
Who cares if our future was all torn
As we grow life's all about money
We don't even know is it dark or sunny

Some of us waste our childhood in fun
When it was time for us to learn
In adulthood we realise
What could we be if we were wise

Suddenly we wake up one day
When the answer to every thing Is no way
When there is no life
And nothing left to strive

Then comes the question of hell or heaven
Where would we go how and when
Hell is for bad heaven Is for good
Even the supreme doesn't k ow where should the people be put

Hell is a place which scares a kid
One goes there who deserves it
Here merchants have dead bodies in hand
Which have come from the mother land

Heaven I'd a place where we desire to go
Where is it we don't know
It is the land of fairies and gods
For the martyrs who didn't put down there swords

Lastly I'd say life's too short to waste
So put all the spices in it so that everyone can taste
Love it or hate it we start and end
To enjoy it truly we must correctly blend....