A pillar of strength was who I knew.
She was a brand and an impact.
She was a treasure and an assent.
She lived the world,a ball of flaming fire,grudgingly.
She guarded her situation with fierce determination.
She lived life with sad and skeptical looks.
Sorrow above sorrow!

A pillar of encouragement was who I knew.
She was the promising one the world needed.
She lived on in life with a blank history.
She lived on in life with nothing to offer.
Not knowing how to live perfectly.
Not knowing how right the judgement seemed.

She had potentials, visions and missions.
She had been losing and falling out at the same time.
She had been chased all away.
She had felt disparaged.
She was totured and used.
All of a sudden,she waved to the gigantic crowd,but they couldn't see her.


She had been called NAIVE.
Been called that,with no belief
It suddenly struck like a melting candle.
Laid down,dressed in a white garment.
Wanting to move but,no strength.
She could hear cries, but unable to address them.

Before she could address the world itself;
She was taken by the waggling hand of death.
She left!
She's gone! An icon left.
A star had prematurely fallen.
A life had halfway been cut off suddenly.

Death! Oh,you mighty and scary, huge and dangerous.
Both old and young know you to be a beast.
Scaring both strong and feeble-
You bring out the weakness of the strong and then make unnecessary comparisons between the strong and the weak
You're known to be the greatest bully of the centuries.
You're known to be the greatest robber since the commencement of the world.

NB: Before us,great death stands. Our fate held closed within his quite hands. When with proud joy,we lift life's red wine and drink deep of the mystic.
Shining cup and ecstasy through all our being leaps- Death bows his head and weeps.