Death

Death

The waves that rise, would come down,

The great Eagle that was flying high,

Now wriggles in pain ,on the ground.

The end of all is sure to come.

Nothing is here forever.

even the mightiest king ,

may turn into a beggar.

Death will engulf all sooner or later.

Death ,I accept you are great,

But no one in the world ,for you waits.

They know what lies in their fate,

but still ,they die each day in fear of death.

Why you create such a fear,

In minds of people each day?

Thinking you are near.

scared to live life to fullest

 in their own way .

One day you will loose,you wont be a threat

when a valiant  heart you will meet,

It  wont fear you ,shall cheerfully greet

Then I 'll say death you are not  great.

~deeps