28. Life and death

I can’t see a face,
Nor I have a hope,
Life is like a trace,
Nor life saves a pope.

Fixed the day of death,
All pass one by one,
None escapes by this path,
Even a king dies on throne.

Short sleep means a life,
Long sleep means a death,
Life and death have a strife,
All face this mortal worth.

Every one likes to live,
Nobody likes to die,
Nothing would misgive,
On the death bed all lie.


Mazid S Kazi , INDIA