By Ayush Pandey
A weary traveller at the brink of death,
A heavy heart in the realm of life.
A dying man with the last of his breaths,
A dying soul at the helm of disguise.
With the sight of the Reaper ever so clear,
And the unforgiving end ever so nigh,
A rejoicing voice without one fear,
And lamenting eyes with a gasping sigh.
A contented heart full of relief,
A burdened mind in disbelief.
An autumn day; the falling leaves,
A broken soul in writhing grief.
Knocking on the Heaven's door-
A merry smile and a merry tune.
Memories, stories the tearful bore,
The sun setting soon
On the mournful shore.
The one who's gone will never die,
Forever shine on and on.
But the soul that dies and the heart that cries
Will shiver and grieve-
Will it ever live?