When rhyme of life is not matching
With rhythm of your life
As per your expectation
And aspiration.
When there is no harmony of
Breath with beats & bone with flesh.
Life prepares itself ready
And comfortable to welcome
Death as per its own will.
No complaint, no hesitation, no regret
Letting door of life open
For twenty four hours
To greet death with due respect.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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