Life-like the forlorn dust, one day will swirl in the air
When the hurricane of vicious death, hacks its back
Blindfolding the scorched life and liberating its soul
In the crusade of life, with its own internal inferno
But…. But…. But…. But…. But…But…But…But
Death is not the end of life; it is only the end of strife
For there is a life beyond, the boundaries of demise,
Where peace blossoms ever, in the land of calmness
Far away from the ephemeral mortals raucous crowd,
Where the sound of silence, rhymes with the rhythm
Of the immortal soul, in the junction called paradise
Remote from the unholy scene of this appalling hell,
Where merry adore evaporates, the sorrow of the soul
Into the extra terrestrial sky, up above the heavens shore



Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya