a selfish coward with intents of fire
to life it's jealous of.
Like from a cough to a coffin,
often a stranger to familiarity,
an orphan to strength and credibility.,
adopted to stress and vulnerability..
he knows nothing but wants everything.
He's blind to happiness,
for all he sees is darkness..
Grief. Misery. Affliction.
Devoid of affection, full of imperfections,
a complexion reflection of ingratitude,
an unfair measure to lives lived,
good or bad,
untimely and annoyingly full of grudges,
from the past. Blasts of no hard feelings
turned into yes hard feelings.
It's a gift undeserved to many,
not earned, not fought for.
Why would death be so cheap?
Get some class, mate..
Life is a million steps ahead.
Why?
Because Life, to start with, is expensive.
Classy not trashy.. She's beautiful and
bereft of blemish. She is flawless.
Like a tigress, as vicious as she is,
can never eat her own cubs.
She's magnificent.
Green of the shrubs,
Queen of the lands she treads on,
gracefully.
She has learnt to speak peace
and love is her mother tongue.
Her smile is heart-warming
and her tongue conveys no ill.
She is adored for her dealings,
with people from all walks,
because she's a gift not a curse,
she heals, she cares, she's there.
Always there when you need her.
Her presence ignites joy profound,
and her ability to exist anywhere,
makes this world a better place!
Seriously, what would the world be,
without her? Her-less? Life-less?
Yes. I knew you'd see it that way too!
The world would be lifeless.
But then again,
as beautiful as she is, often at times,
she's taken for granted.
Used, abused and misused.
She's gone through a lot.
Different people treat her different.
But her value still remains.
she's priceless!
And what she is without death is a marvel.
A novel with a happy ever after tale,
a stream that never stops flowing,
a well that never runs dry,
a road that leads to fulfillment.
Yet.. All good things must come to an end.
The end justifies the means for her,
if she was well lived,
or undeserved.
Fantasy it would be: What life is without death.
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