Death Poem by Prativa Dey
Death
Death game
Playing in the game room with death
How much play
A little bit wrong
The death fair goes on.
In every sense of the word
Maybe in some way or another.
Come on, believe it,
Maybe or the last journey
Maybe not
No levels
All this is going on in life
Outdoors or on the field
Maybe in the mosque
Life on the fly
Where was the breath of faith.
Still will assure you
Believe it or not.
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7/22/2025 7:51:00 AM # 1.0.0
Great poem prativa thank you. James McLain