LIFE and DEATH

A Poem by Soul Poets

Death when approch think,
Of it;
Thinks of the days of grateful delight;
The singing birds ,the starry skies and the restless river,
Whisper the strain seems pleasent for ever.

Prosperity was more for man's nurture,
Laughter and felicity holds the future;
All that breathes seems flawless,
Bestow the soul an eternal bless.

For all happiness will be lost,
When death travels the soul to the land of frost;
Air,water,land will be there,
Though an ordinary soul could find it nowhere.

Pleasure and fun do we brethe for?
Where destruction hold its hand for king and vendor;
Every deed has its aftermath,
Remain the fact of life and death.