Standing in the frigid ice,
I shiver at the gust of cold daggers.
Why shall I pay the price,
When traitors were my so called brothers?
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Death is not the end of this life. Death is the beginning of a new life. So pains will be here and there.God is playing with His dolls.He is a kid enjoys playing with His own creation.
this is an excellent poem, Preets... and to build on just a title prompt is indeed very challenging... You have done a fantastic job here... I just love the way you write... There is a tremendous variety in your poems... love, Asma...
death may not be an escape from the bad name..only the pain...th bad people would give you the bad name to escape their trial..god should give us the strength to live on..for if every innocent decides to die god has to soon close shop