Death might be the time,
When you will be in grief
You might be as broken,
As dried leaf
When you have to leave
The people, you loved
The time might up,
And you would shove
This shove will take you
To the bereavement
At the doomsday,
You will be in front of the Clement
Death is that integrity
Which everyone perceived
But, the man is always
Being cleaved
Choosing between
These two worlds
Seems like, you're
In the state of whirl
It is your,
Exceeding propensity
That, you're ever
In sparsity
I don't know,
What you will choose
Its your choice,
If you want to see yourself in blues