SUCH A MYSTERY

Death!!! Such a mystery to bear

Thy wings one cannot but fear

When thou takes’t thy lofty flight

One seems to wonder at the height

Leaving behind trails of pain and grief

That nothing else can be a relief

Will not ignore you in public.

Oh! What can be worst than death?

When covered by hallow dirt

That we should rise

His grace to praise

To behold our everlasting prize

Only to be denied the gains

With clothes torn and ragged

To doom we be dragged

Death! Death!! Death!!!

Such a mystery you are in the ring

That even he the king

In humility he bows to sorrow

With a view of life so shallow

In periods of pains and distress

My soul has often found to stress

BE NOT AFRAID OF WHAT IS TO COME

                                                                                                                        KHOSY.E.